| Way down South, where the whippoorwills call
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| There’s gonna be a jubilee
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| Folks will come from miles around to share their company
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| There’s all-day singing and dinner on the ground
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| And when the day is through, there’s be sound contentment
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| At Smokey Joe’s barbecue
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| Smokey Joe’s barbecue, Smokey Joe’s barbecue
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| There’s always fun for ev’ryone at Smokey Joe’s barbecue
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| The string band plays «Turkey in the Hay»
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| They play it just for you
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| You’ll laughing and be gay till the Judgement Day
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| At Smokey Joe’s barbecue
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| When the dogwoods bloom and the red birds sing
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| That’s a time, I love to see
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| When work is through and the crops laid by, I dream of reality
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| When you can lay around in the evening shades
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| Relax when the day is through
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| Just be dancin', be happy, at Smokey Joe’s barbecue
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| Smokey Joe’s barbecue, Smokey Joe’s barbecue
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| There’s always fun for ev’ryone at Smokey Joe’s barbecue
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| The string band plays «Turkey in the Hay»
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| They play it just for you
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| You’ll laughing and be gay till the Judgement Day
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| At Smokey Joe’s barbecue
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| Smokey Joe’s barbecue, Smokey Joe’s barbecue
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| There’s always fun for ev’ryone at Smokey Joe’s barbecue
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| The string band plays «Turkey in the Hay»
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| They play it just for you
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| You’ll laughing and be gay till the Judgement Day
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| At Smokey Joe’s barbecue |