Little Joe And Big Bill

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
Down to Little Joe and Big Bill’s
Dance hall and sugar hill, barbecue emporium
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
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