They got a dance floor the size of Texas
They got a band seven nights a week
And if you don't show up before the sun goes down
You ain't gonna find a seatThey got some grown up Texas ladies
They're there to make their papas proud
They like their music, country
And they like their country loudWell, every Saturday night before they turn down the lights
And the band starts pickin' hot
They start dancin' on the tables, dancin' on the ceilin'
Dancin' in the parking lotYou start feelin' it flow from your head to your toe
You sure are glad you've comeDown to Little Joe and Big Bill's
Dance hall and sugar hill, barbecue emporiumWhen it comes to southern cookin'
They know what it's all about
They got some barbecue ribs and red beans and rice
Make your tongue snap your eyeballs outAnd you don't wanna 'cause no trouble
Buddy 'less you're willin' to die
'Cause Big Bill will stomp a mud hole in you
And Little Joe will walk you dryWell, there's a cowboy's dream in tight blue jeans
Swingin' through the swingin' doors
And there's a long tall cutie, scootin' booty
Out there on the floorWell, I guess it's time to get in line
'Cause the house is startin' to humDown at Little Joe and Big Bill's
Dance hall and sugar hill, barbecue emporiumWell, every Saturday night when they turn up the light
When it's just about time to close
The fiddlin' man takes the bow in his hand
And start rockin' San Antonia RoseWhen you're walkin' out
There ain't no doubt that you sure had a whole lot of funDown at Little Joe and Big Bill's
Dance hall and sugar hill, barbecue emporium
Down to Little Joe and Big Bill's
Dance hall and sugar hill, barbecue emporium
Songwriters
DANIELS, CHARLIE / JONES, CHARLES H.Published by
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