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John Buck Wilkin: Music

Barbecue Sandwich

(John Buck Wilkin)
Barbecue Sandwich



Hey boy don’t look so downhearted
We’ve got some living to do
You want to quit and we just started
Before the good things have a chance to come true
You tell me your life’s an illusion
You jump when the telephone rings
Well, I’ll make a bet that it ain’t over yet
At least not ‘til that fat lady sings
So pull up a chair to the table
And I’ll turn the juke box down low
Lend me an ear and I’ll buy you a beer
And I’ll tell you some things you should know

If life were a barbecue sandwich
I’d take mine with beans on the side
If love were an old Eldorado
We could hop in and go for a ride

Some things they never get started
And some things they never slow down
And some things they just blow on forever
Like the wind thru a West Texas town
Some folks will go to the Devil
Others may turn to the Lord
Some people keep their dream level
Makin’ payments on a late model Ford
Me I’ve got keys for the kingdom
And the radar is locked on the dream
I’ll get along on a prayer and a song
But I still keep a line in the stream

If life were a barbecue sandwich
I’d take mine with beans on the side
If love were an old Eldorado
We could hop in and go for a ride



I’m writing tonight from the diner
Guess this is as low as it gets
I’m living on hoecakes and coffee
And I’m down to my last cigarettes
The folks here in Williamson County
Look like they’ve got money to burn
If you want to roll with the big boys you know
That old capital game you must learn
But some things aren’t always so simple
And sometimes a poor boy don’t know
Whether to sit down and be sentimental and free
Or to get up and go with the flow

If life were a barbecue sandwich
I’d take mine with beans on the side
If love were an old Eldorado
We could hop in and go for a ride