Lyrics

Yes, yes There'll be no low moanin' or kickin' But there'll be cornbread and fried chicken There'll be no pickin' cotton Cotton will be forgotten At the Alabama barbecue There'll be no high preachin' or prayin' But there'll be some swingin' an' swayin' There'll be no baptizin' But there'll be harmonizin' At the Alabama barbecue Keep the banjo strummin'; keep things hummin' There's great days comin' to you There'll bе no time for complainin' But there'll bе sunshine an' no rainin' There'll be nor room for Satan But there'll be celebratin' At the Alabama barbecue There'll be no low moanin' or kickin' But there'll be cornbread and fried chicken There'll be no pickin' cotton Cotton will be forgotten At the Alabama barbecue There'll be no high preachin' or prayin' But there'll be some swingin' an' swayin' There'll be no baptizin' But there'll be harmonizin' At the Alabama barbecue Keep the banjo strummin'; keep things hummin' There's great days comin' to you. (Preach it boy) There'll be no time for complainin' But there'll be sunshine an' no rainin' There'll be nor room for Satan But there'll be celebratin' At the Alabama barbecue. (Yeah) Oh yeah dog Yeah jah Glory, glory Keep those banjo strumming Keep things hummin' This great day is comin' to you (Yeah) Keep the banjo strummin'; keep things hummin' There's great days comin' to you. (Yeah)