Yes, yes

There’ll be no low moanin’ or kickin’
But there’ll be cornbread and fried chicken
There’ll be no pickin’ cotton
Cotton will be forgotten
At the Alabama barbecue

There’ll be no high preachin’ or prayin’
But there’ll be some swingin’ an’ swayin’
There’ll be no baptizin’
But there’ll be harmonizin’
At the Alabama barbecue

Keep the banjo strummin’; keep things hummin’
There’s great days comin’ to you

There’ll bе no time for complainin’
But there’ll bе sunshine an’ no rainin’
There’ll be nor room for Satan
But there’ll be celebratin’
At the Alabama barbecue

There’ll be no low moanin’ or kickin’
But there’ll be cornbread and fried chicken
There’ll be no pickin’ cotton
Cotton will be forgotten
At the Alabama barbecue
There’ll be no high preachin’ or prayin’
But there’ll be some swingin’ an’ swayin’
There’ll be no baptizin’
But there’ll be harmonizin’
At the Alabama barbecue

Keep the banjo strummin’; keep things hummin’
There’s great days comin’ to you. (Preach it boy)


There’ll be no time for complainin’
But there’ll be sunshine an’ no rainin’
There’ll be nor room for Satan
But there’ll be celebratin’
At the Alabama barbecue. (Yeah)

Oh yeah dog
Yeah jah
Glory, glory

Keep those banjo strumming
Keep things hummin'
This great day is comin' to you (Yeah)

Keep the banjo strummin’; keep things hummin’
There’s great days comin’ to you. (Yeah)