WORDS & MUSIC: HANK “HOLY ROLLER” RAY COPYRIGHT CONTROL, 2008
Watch the big old moon swallow the stars Lay Lucretia in a burned-out car Whisper to the ground where the rivers run cold A lot strange scenes at the Bar-B-Q of Souls The Bar-B-Q of Souls
Stone Age creatures beckon to thee Revealing secret parts of ancient history Shadow-covered mystic eyes…bright coals Glowing at the Bar-B-Q of Souls The Bar-B-Q of Souls
Silver surfers trying to hide their scars Long-dead cowboys picking chrome guitars They’re all soul-searching where the wildweeds grow You’re gonna meet ‘em at the Bar-B-Q of Souls The Bar-B-Q of Souls
Hum a lonesome tune in the dead of night Stare at the door almost out of your mind Hear pied-pipers recite the Dead Sea scrolls Weird tales told at the Bar-B-Q of Souls The Bar-B-Q of Souls
There are alien dancers to keep you company And outlaws and barrooms in a foreign galaxy Way down in the pits demons wait in their holes All for you at the Bar-B-Q of Souls The Bar-B-Q of Souls The Bar-B-Q of Souls