Graveyard BBQ - Graveyard BBQ lyrics

Said I'm Reverend T Peterbilt Wilson Bud Black III And Brownbag Johnson We feed our camp We leave you damp We'll clamp you on the Amp 'Cause we're Graveyard BBQ And we're hear to rock the show Goin' down south Sell our souls The crossroads be'ith The place we go To meet our bro To make a deal To break the mold We lit the torch Our wheels set forth By pavin' the way To play up north We paid our tolls We live our rolls Forevermore So that's our story Let the truth be told We sold our souls For rock n' roll This ain't no joke This ain't no hoax We sold our souls