Barbeque
By Robert Earl Keen


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Oooh when I was a little boy
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Only one or two
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The first thing I did enjoy
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Was a plate of barbeque
 
Chorus: (walk up to D)
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Barbeque sliced beef and bread
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Ribs and sausage and a cold Big Red
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Barbeque makes old ones feel young
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Barbeque makes everybody someone
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If you're feelin' puny and you don't know what to do
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Treat yourself to some meat eat some barbeque
 
Now there was a girl I knew
She treated me so mean
I offered her my Barbeque
She licked my platter clean
 
Chorus
 
Don't give me no broccoli
Or any Swiss fondue
Baby if you want to rock me
Give me good ole barbeque
 
Chorus
 
Don't send me to heaven
It ain't where I should go
Cause the Devil's got a charcoal pit
And a good fire down below
 
Chorus
 
Let your feet hit the street
Find a good place to eat
Get some Barbeque