I Love BBQ
I love bbq it's true,
It is not an event,
Just more that a few,
Friends and neighbors
Gather y'all round
We are going to
Make a rip roarin' sound,
When out of the smoker,
Comes pork beef and chicken
It's time for finger lickin,
Grab the cold cider,
Or wash it down with brew,
Grab a bottle of Mountain Dew,
Jeb's white lighnin' goes a' round,
We are really going to town,
Tune up the banjo,
Let's hear that fiddle,
Walk your gal right up the middle,
It's time for the dosie dose,
Take a sip from that ole' jar,
Now start a strumin' that guitar.
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