Tennessee Ernie Ford - Sunday Barbeque lyrics

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There'll be plates piled high with deep fried chicken<br />

And a mess of possum stew<br />

There'll be tater pie that's finger lickin'<br />

At the Sunday barbecue<br />

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The paper says the fun commences<br />

At exactly half past two<br />

Gonna eat so much I'll lose my senses<br />

At the Sunday barbecue<br />

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The Sunday barbecue, the Sunday barbecue<br />

Gonna be there when the fun commences<br />

At the Sunday barbecue<br />

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There'll be tug-of-war and cotton candy<br />

And a boxin' kangaroo<br />

Watermelon pickles soaked in brandy<br />

At the Sunday barbecue<br />

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They'll hear that old brass band a-playin'<br />

All the way to Timbuktu<br />

Everyone in town'll be sashayin'<br />

To the Sunday barbecue<br />

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The Sunday barbecue, the Sunday barbecue<br />

Everyone in town'll be sashayin'<br />

To the Sunday barbecue<br />

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If we wanna do some bill and cooin'<br />

We can twenty three skidoo (skidoo)<br />

There's a lake where we can go canoein'<br />

At the Sunday barbecue (barbecue)<br />

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We'll hide behind your red umbrella<br />

If we want a kiss or two (kiss or two)<br />

And they'll know that I'm your special fella<br />

At the Sunday barbecue<br />

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The Sunday barbecue, the Sunday barbecue<br />

Yes, they'll know that I'm your special fella<br />

At the Sunday barbecue<br />

Yes, they'll know that I'm your special fella<br />

At the Sunday barbecue