"Bless This BBQ" Well the Preacher started talkin’ about things that we should do I was sittin’ in the third row, and I sat up in my pughe His hand was on the Bible, and the Tabernacle shook He was quoting verse and scripture Lord he read me like a book He said, "This sermon’s over" and we walked out that front door He shook my hand and said, "Walk in the foot steps of the Lord" There and then it hit me, there were ways I could improve I looked at him and grinned and said, "I’ll start this afternoon" CHORUS: ‘Cause God said, "Rest on Sunday" We’ve got hammocks hung outside He gives us all our daily bread And homemade apple pie He said, "Love thy neighbor" Well they’re invited too Praise the Lord, pour the wine …and bless this BBQ Well the word got out real quick, my house the place to meet The backyard looked like Woodstock, cars were lined up down the street We had gramma’s homemade coleslaw, and a bathtub full of beer And then we heard that voice like thunder when the Preacher said, "I’m here!" Now he looked like a surfer, who had just got off of work He was wearin’ shades and sandals and an old Hawaiian shirt He said, "Ya’ll look a might surprised this Sunday after noon But it ain’t a sin for a Preacher man to have a good time too Amen… (REPEAT CHORUS) Start cookin’….. (REPEAT CHORUS) TAG: Praise the Lord, pour the wine and bless this BBQ