The Ink Spots – Alabama Barbecue Lyrics
Artist: The Ink Spots
Song: Alabama Barbecue
Yes, yes
There’ll be no low moanin’ or kickin’
But there’ll be corn bread and fried chicken
There’ll be no pickin’ cotton, cotton will be forgotten
At the Alabama barbecue
There’ll be no high preachin’ or prayin’
But there’ll be some swingin’ and swayin’
There’ll be no baptisin’ but there’ll be harmonizin’
At the Alabama barbecue
Keep those banjo strumming, keep things hummin’
This great day is comin’ to you (Yeah)
There’ll be no timе for complainin’
But there’ll be sun shinе and no rainin’
There’ll be no room for Satan but they’ll be celebratin’
At the Alabama barbecue
There’ll be no low moanin’ or kickin’
But there’ll be good-old corn bread and fried chicken
There’ll be no pickin’ cotton, cotton will be forgotten
At the Alabama barbecue
There’ll be no high preachin’ or prayin’
There’ll be no swingin’ and swayin’
There’ll be no baptisin’ but there’ll be harmonizin’
At the Alabama barbecue
Keep those banjo strumming, keep things hummin’
This great day is comin’ to you (Preach it boy)
There’ll be no time for complainin’
But there’ll be good-old sun shine and no rainin’
There’ll be no room for Satan but they’ll be celebratin’
At the Alabama barbecue (Yeah)
Oh yeah dog
Yeah jah
Glory, glory
Keep those banjo strumming, keep things hummin’
This great day is comin’ to you (Yeah)
There’ll be no time for complainin’
But there’ll be sun shine and no rainin’
There’ll be no room for Satan but they’ll be celebratin’
At the Alabama barbecue
At the Alabama barbecue (Yeah)
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