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jim cathcart - barbecue lyrics

[intro]
it’s a style of cooking
it’s a tasty treat
and it’s a southern man’s religion
entirely based on meat

[chorus]
it’s a taste of home, a taste of love
and the thrill of mountain dew
it’s a touch of heaven with a dash of h+ll
we call it barbecue

[verse 1]
my friend rupert once wrote a book about
the best darn barbecue
he searched the nation for all the
best and came up with quite a few
there were sweet ones, tart ones
pеppery, hot, and some that taste likе stew
but the absolutely positive best was homemade barbecue

south carolina has its mustard sauce and
texas, its three alarm chili
louisiana’s got its jambalaya
and tennessee has its whiskey
but i’d rather meet you in arkansas
and eat like a true hillbilly
we’ll grease our chins with the best of sins
barbecue just makes me frisky
[chorus]
’cause it’s a taste of home, a taste of love
and the thrill of mountain dew
it’s a touch of heaven with a dash of h+ll
and we call it barbecue

[verse 2]
cheese steaks, hot dogs, hot wings
tacos, pizza and burgers are cool
but it’s barbecue on ribs
that says break out the bibs
’cause that’s the only food that makes me drool
we’ll throw down a quart of sweet tea
and do some gospel singing
then we’re wandering over to the dinner table
to see what folks are bringing
yeah, they’ll have chicken, grits and cornbread
even okra and greens
but if there’s no barbecue on the table
you’ll just see the back of my jeans

[chorus]
it’s a taste of home, a taste of love
and the thrill of mountain dew
it’s a touch of heaven with a dash of h+ll
and we call it barbecue
[verse 3]
i’ll be at h.b.’s hickory shack and i’ll grab an ice cold brew
to satisfy my craving for some down+home barbecue
just let me sit by that open pit
and get drunk on that aroma
then i’ll try the other styles of barbecue
from maine to oklahoma

bubba, sissy, earl & paula sue
uncle luther & aunt lizzie
l.e. & you, you’re all my kin
and i won’t soon forget it
yes, you’re my family and you deserve to know
that i love you true
but please don’t ever come between
me and barbecue!

[chorus]
’cause it’s a taste of home, a taste of love
and the thrill of mountain dew
it’s a touch of heaven with a dash of h+ll
and we call it barbecue

now, let’s talk about homemade ice cream!

- jim cathcart lyrics

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