Little Joe and Big Bill

[Verse 1] 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 going to find a seat They got some grown up Texas ladies They're there to make their papas proud They like their music, country And they like their country loud Well, every Saturday night Before they turn down the lights And the band starts picking hot They start dancing on the tables Dancing on the ceiling Dancing in the parking lot You start feeling it flow From your head to your toe You sure are glad you've come [Chorus] Down to Little Joe and Big Bill's Dance hall and sugar hill, barbecue emporium [Verse 2] When it comes to southern cooking They know what it's all about They got some barbecue ribs And red beans and rice Make your tongue snap your eyeballs out And you don't want to because no trouble Buddy unless you're willing to die Because Big Bill will stomp a mud hole in you And Little Joe will walk you dry Well, there's a cowboy's dream in tight blue jeans Swinging through the swinging doors And there's a long tall cutie, scooting booty Out there on the floor Well, I guess it's time to get in line Because the house is starting to hum [Chorus] [Verse 3] Well, every Saturday night When they turn up the light When it's just about time to close The fiddling man takes the bow in his hand And start rocking San Antonia Rose When you're walking out There ain't no doubt That you sure had a whole lot of fun [Chorus][x2]