Do you know what I need?
Heading down South
To Faulkner’s land
I’m marching on South
To the rebel land
Arrive in time to hear the news
Y’all know what I need?
Going down South
Working for the teacher man
Riding on South
Past the Volunteer man
Everybody’s got the barbecue blues
Who knows what I need?
Got an empty feeling
There’s nothing around
Got an empty feeling
Ain’t none to be found
Lord I’ve got the barbecue blues
Y’all know what I need!
A rack of ribs
And some corn bread please
Don’t need no bibs
But extra tea please
I’m saying goodbye to the barbecue blues
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