| They got a dance floor the size of Texas
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| They got a band seven nights a week
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| And if you don’t show up before the sun goes down
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| You ain’t gonna find a seat
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| They got some grown up Texas ladies
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| That’s made their papas proud
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| They like their music country
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| And they like their country loud
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| Well, every Saturday night before they turn down the lights
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| And the band stars pickin' hot
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| They start dancin' on the tables
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| Dancin' on the ceilin', dancin' in the parking lot
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| You start feelin' it flow from your head to your toe
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| And you sure are glad you come
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| Down to Little Joe and Big Bill’s
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| Dance Hall and Sugar Hill Bar-b-q Emporium
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| When it comes to southern cookin'
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| They know what it’s all about
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| They got some bar-b-q ribs and red beans and rice
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| Make your tongue snap your eyeballs out
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| And you don’t wanna 'cause no trouble
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| Buddy 'less you’re willin' to die
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| 'Cause Big Bill will stomp a mud hole in you
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| And Little Joe will walk you dry
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| Well, there’s a cowboy’s dream in tight blue jeans
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| Swingin' through the swingin' doors
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| And there’s a long tall cutie scootin' booty
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| Out there on the floor
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| Well I guess it’s time to get in line
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| 'Cause the house is startin' to hum
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| Down at Little Joe and Big Bill’s
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| Dance hall and Sugar Hill Bar-b-q Emporium
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| Well every Saturday night when they turn up the lights
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| When it’s just about time to close
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| The fiddlin' man takes the bow in his hand
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| And start rockin' San Antonio Rose
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| When you’re walkin' out
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| There ain’t no doubt that you sure had a whole lot of fun
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| Down at Little Joe and Big Bill’s
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| Dance hall and Sugar Hill Bar-b-q Emporium
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| Down to Little Joe and Big Bill’s
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| Dance Hall and Sugar Hill Bar-b-q Emporium |