Lyrics Sunday Barbecue - Tennessee Ernie Ford
There′ll
be
plates
piled
high
with
deep
fried
chicken
And
a
mess
of
possum
stew
There'll
be
tater
pie
that′s
finger
lickin'
At
the
Sunday
barbecue
The
paper
says
the
fun
commences
At
exactly
half
past
two
Gonna
eat
so
much
I'll
lose
my
senses
At
the
Sunday
barbecue
The
Sunday
barbecue,
the
Sunday
barbecue
Gonna
be
there
when
the
fun
commences
At
the
Sunday
barbecue
There′ll
be
tug-of-war
and
cotton
candy
And
a
boxin′
kangaroo
Watermelon
pickles
soaked
in
brandy
At
the
Sunday
barbecue
They'll
hear
that
old
brass
band
a-playin′
All
the
way
to
Timbuktu
Everyone
in
town'll
be
sashayin′
To
the
Sunday
barbecue
The
Sunday
barbecue,
the
Sunday
barbecue
Everyone
in
town'll
be
sashayin′
To
the
Sunday
barbecue
If
we
wanna
do
some
bill
and
cooin'
We
can
twenty
three
skidoo
(skidoo)
There's
a
lake
where
we
can
go
canoein′
At
the
Sunday
barbecue
(barbecue)
We′ll
hide
behind
your
red
umbrella
If
we
want
a
kiss
or
two
(kiss
or
two)
And
they'll
know
that
I′m
your
special
fella
At
the
Sunday
barbecue
The
Sunday
barbecue,
the
Sunday
barbecue
Yes,
they'll
know
that
I′m
your
special
fella
At
the
Sunday
barbecue
Yes,
they'll
know
that
I′m
your
special
fella
At
the
Sunday
barbecue
1 That's All
2 Bright Lights and Blonde Haired Women
3 The Rovin' Gambler
4 John Henry
5 The Rock, Roll Boogie
6 Call Me Darling, Call Me Sweetheart, Call Me Dear
7 First Born
8 Have You Seen Her
9 The Watermelon Song
10 One Suit
11 False Hearted Girl
12 The Lonely Man
13 In The Middle Of An Island
14 Ivy League
15 Bless Your Pea Pickin' Heart
16 Down Deep
17 Love Makes The World Go 'Round
18 Sunday Barbecue
19 Glad Rags
20 Sleepin' At The Foot Of The Bed
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