Standard (EADGBE)
When you meet somebody that don't like soul food
They still got a soul
And it don't mean that you got no rhythm
If you don't like rock 'n roll
But if your tastes are like mine you like cider not wine
And your very favorite thing to do
Is get a perty girl dancin' to jug-band music
And a mess of mama's barbecue
Chorus
Barbecue lifts my spirit
I swear that it never fails
And the sauce mama makes just stays there forever
If you dare to get it under your nails
Well you may be poor with a wolf at your door
But money isn't everything
You still got your song and a river full of fun
And you'll always have a song to sing
So get the frown off your face
We're gonna replace it with a grin and a dream come true
With a perty girl dancin' to jug-band music
And a mess of mama's barbecue
Chorus
Barbecue lifts my spirit
I swear that it never fails
And the sauce mama makes just stays there forever
If you dare to get it under your nails
So get the frown off your face
We're gonna replace it with a grin and a dream come true
With a perty girl dancin' to jug-band music
And a mess of mama's barbecue
That's a perty girl dancin' to jug-band music
And a mess of mama's barbe-
Mess of mama's barbe-
Mess of mama's barbecue!
A mess of mama's barbecue