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