Graveyard Bbq -

Said I’m Reverend T

Peterbilt Wilson

Bud Black III

And Brownbag Johnson

We feed our camp

We leave you damp

We’ll clamp you on the Amp

'Cause we’re Graveyard BBQ

And we’re hear to rock the show

Goin' down south

Sell our souls

The crossroads be’ith

The place we go

To meet our bro

To make a deal

To break the mold

We lit the torch

Our wheels set forth

By pavin' the way

To play up north

We paid our tolls

We live our rolls

Forevermore

So that’s our story

Let the truth be told

We sold our souls

For rock 'n' roll

This ain’t no joke

This ain’t no hoax

We sold our souls