LUCILLE BOGAN


Barbecue Bess Lyrics

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,

Fifty five 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.

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Record Label(s): Originally Recorded 1933, 1935 & Released 2004, Originally Released 1933, 1934, 1935, (P) 2004 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc

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