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).