Little Joe And Big Bill - Charlie Daniels

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