Lyrics Barbecue Bess - Lucille Bogan

When you come to my house, come down behind the jail
I got a sign on my door, "barbecue for sale"
I'm talkin' 'bout my barbecue, only thing I crave
And that good doin' meat, gon' carry me to my grave

I'm sellin' it cheap, 'cause I got good stuff
And if you try one time, you can't get enough
I'm talkin' 'bout barbecue, only thing I sell
And if you want my meat, you can come to my house at twelve

Now some like it hot, some like it cold
Some take it any, way it is sold
I'm talkin' 'bout barbecue, only thing I crave
And that good doin' meat, goin' to take me to my grave

Some people wants it, some people don't
If you buy my barbecue, it just won't don't-don't-don't
Talkin' 'bout barbecue, only thing I sell
And if you want my meat, you've got to come to my house at twelve

Some people wants to know, the regular price
55 cents, you can get some twice
And I'm talkin' 'bout my barbecue, only thing I sell
And you can get my meat, any night at twelve