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Yes, yes

There'll be no low moanin' or kickin'
But there'll be corn bread and fried chicken
There'll be no pickin' cotton, cotton will be forgotten
At the A-la-bam-a barbecue

There'll be no high preachin' or prayin'
But there'll be some swingin' and swayin'
There'll be no baptisin' but there'll be harmonizin'
At the A-la-bam-a  barbecue

Keep those banjo strumming, keep things hummin'
This great day is comin' to you (Yeah)

There'll be no timе for complainin'
But there'll be sun shinе and no rainin'
There'll be no room for Satan but they'll be celebratin'
At the A-la-bam-a barbecue

There'll be no low moanin' or kickin'
But there'll be good-old corn bread and fried chicken
There'll be no pickin' cotton, cotton will be forgotten
At the A-la-bam-a barbecue
There'll be no high preachin' or prayin'
There'll be no swingin' and there'll be no swayin'
There'll be no baptisin' but there'll be harmonizin'
At the A-la-bam-a barbecue

Keep those banjo strumming, keep things hummin'
This great day is comin' to you (Preach it boy)

There'll be no time for complainin'
But there'll be good-old sun shine and no rainin'
There'll be no room for Satan but they'll be celebratin'
At the A-la-bam-a barbecue (Yeah)

Oh yeah dog

Yeah jah
Glory, glory

Keep those banjo strumming, keep things hummin'
This great day is comin' to you (Yeah)

There'll be no time for complainin'
But there'll be sun shine and no rainin'
There'll be no room for Satan but they'll be celebratin'
At the A-la-bam-a barbecue
At the Ala-bama barbecue (Yeah)

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