BARBECUE BLUES As recorded by Lucille Bogan, 1934 or 1935. When you come to my house, come down behind the jail. I got a sign on my do': "Barbecue for Sale." I'm talkin' 'bout my barbecue, only thing I crave. And that good-doin' meat goin' carry me to my grave. I'm sellin' it cheap 'cause I got good stuff, And if you try one time, you can't get enough. I'm talkin' 'bout barbecue, only thing I sell, And if you want my meat, you can come to my house at twelve. Now some like it hot; some like it cold. Some take it any way it's sold. I'm talkin' 'bout barbecue, only thing I crave, And that good-doin' meat goin' to take me to my grave. Some people wants it; some people don't. If you buy my barbecue they just won't(?) don't, don't, don't. Talkin' 'bout barbecue, only thing I sell, An' if you want my meat, you got to come to my house at twelve. Some people wants to know the reg'lar price. Fifty-five cents, you can get some twice. And I'm talkin' 'bout my barbecue, only thing I sell, And you can get my meat any night at twelve. Not the same song as "Barbecue Blues" recorded by Barbecue Bob (which, by the way, doesn't mention barbecue).
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