Grew up hot and crowded
Brothers and sisters of his own
Chop that oak
Cook them ribs
Nothing he couldn't do if he was shown
Ten seasons low and slow
Before he come up tall
Two parts mean, two parts tough
Fist for a mid day brawl
He's a barrelhouse boy
He don't get mad he gets mella
He's a barrelhouse boy
Don't you mess with that fella _
He likes to see the sunrise
After a long night awake
Never thought much of the mid-day
But he'll get what he can take
Eats them ghost peppers
On his back porch in the dark
Face turns red, tough turns hot
He has to hide to growl and bark
He's a barrelhouse boy
He don't get mad he gets mella
He's a barrelhouse boy
Don't you mess with that fella
Always getting what he's after
He's got his midnight make
Blue notes hands together
Shaking like an earthquake
Holler in the field
Yelling in the barrelhouse
But when he sings them songs
Even you can hear a mouse
He's a barrelhouse boy
He don't get mad he gets mella
He's a barrelhouse boy
Don't you mess with that fella _
He's a barrelhouse boy
He don't get mad he gets mella
He's a barrelhouse boy
Don't you mess with that fella
Don't you mess with that fella
Don't you mess with that fella
Don't you mess with that fella