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

They're there to make 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 starts pickin' hot

They start dancin' on the tables, dancin' on the ceilin'

Dancin' in the parking lot



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

You sure are glad you've come



Down to Little Joe and Big Bill's

Dance hall and sugar hill, barbecue emporium



When it comes to southern cookin'

They know what it's all about

They got some barbecue ribs and red beans and rice

Make your 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 the house is startin' to hum



Down at Little Joe and Big Bill's

Dance hall and sugar hill, barbecue emporium



Well, every Saturday night when they turn up the light

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, barbecue emporium

Down to Little Joe and Big Bill's

Dance hall and sugar hill, barbecue emporium