Jim Hoehn: Music
Three-Chord Barbecue
Come one, come all
To an evening of off the wall
Where what you do and whoop-dee-do
Might be the same old thing
And I¹d pay your tab, if I only had
That empty wallet that I forgot to bring
But that¹s the price you can¹t pay
When it¹s your own songs that you play
It¹s not what you get, but what you get to do
So cross my fingers, cross my heart
We¹re fixin¹ to commence to start
To fire up this three-chord barbecue
Play a one, four, five, but we¹ll change the order
An old Jerry Jeff that we can¹t cut shorter
Jug band music like you¹ve never heard
Texas twang with a surf reverb
Sprinkle in some mandolin
Wrap it all up with a Gonzo spin
Or two
And fire up the three-chord barbecue
Clap your hands and sing along
Some old Guy Clark and you can¹t go wrong
Church gals singing in harmony
Moose Lodge boys just a little off key
One step, two step, three step twirl
Dosey-doh with your favorite girl
And you
And fire up the three-chord barbecue
(Bridge)
We¹ll play so sweet they can¹t ignore us
Smoth as silk, slide from verse to chorus
Need a change, but don¹t know how to do it
I guess we¹ll cross that bridge if we get to it
Smokehouse brisket, catfish fried
A little Keith Sykes on the side
8 ball, bank call, pool cue chalk
English accent makes it talk
Mockingbird sings hello dawn
Just got time for one more song
Or two
Let¹s fire up the three-chord barbecue
Come one, come all
To an evening of off the wall
Where what you do and whoop-dee-do
Might be the same old thing
And I¹d pay your tab, if I only had
That empty wallet that I forgot to bring
But that¹s the price you can¹t pay
When it¹s your own songs that you play
It¹s not what you get, but what you get to do
So cross my fingers, cross my heart
We¹re fixin¹ to commence to start
To fire up this three-chord barbecue
Let¹s fire up this three-chord barbecue