(*J. Horton, F. Horton) Way down south, where the whippoorwills call* There's gonna be a jubilee Folks will come from miles around to share their company There's all-day singing and dinner on the ground And when the day is through, there's be sound contentment At Smokey Joe's barbeque [Refrain:] Smokey Joe's barbeque, Smokey Joe's barbeque There's always fun for ev'ryone at Smokey Joe's barbeque The string band plays "Turkey in the Hay" They play it just for you Your laughing be gay till the Judgement Day At Smokey Joe's barbeque [*Solo:] When the dogwoods bloom and the red birds sing That's a time, I love to see When work is through and the crops laid by, I dream of reality When you can lay around in the evening shades Relax when the day is through Just be dancin', and be happy, at Smokey Joe's barbeque [Repeat Refrain:] [*Solo:] [Repeat Refrain:]