They got a dance floor the size of Texas

They got a band seven nights a week

And if you don't show up before the sun goes down

You ain't gonna find a seat

They got some grown up Texas ladies

That's made their papas proud

They like their music country

And they like their country loud

Well, every Saturday night before they turn down the lights

And the band stars pickin' hot

They start dancin' on the tables

Dancin' on the ceilin', dancin' in the parking lot

You start fellin' it flow from your head to your toe

And you sure are glad you come

Down to Little Joe and Big Bill's

Dance hall and sugar hill bar-b-q emporium



When it comes to southern cookin'

They know what it's all about

They got some bar-b-q ribs and red beans and rice

Make you tongue snap your eyeballs out

And you don't wanna 'cause no trouble

Buddy 'less you're willin' to die

'Cause Big Bill will stomp a mud hole in you

And Little Joe will walk you dry

Well there's a cowboy's dream in tight blue jeans

Swingin' through the swingin' doors

And there's a long tall cutie scootin booty

Out there on the floor

Well I guess it's time to get in line

'Cause they house is startin' to hum

Down at Little Joe and Big Bill's

Dance hall and sugar hill bar-b-q emporium



Well every Saturday night when they turn up the lights

When it's just about time to close

The fiddlin' man takes the bow in his hand

And start rockin' San Antonia Rose

When you're walkin' out

There ain't no doubt that you sure had a whole lot of fun

Down at Little Joe and Big Bill's

Dance hall and sugar hill bar-b-q emporium

Down to Little Joe and Big Bill's

Dance hall and sugar hill bar-b-q emporium