Down in Alabama in the Revenue Mountains

Laughing water comes out of strange fountains

And when the evening sun goes down

Come yes on down to Barrelhouse Town

There's a dim lighted tavern

Known as Mammy's Rest

Folks down in Bam will tell you

That it's Mammy's place that they love the best

Theres a sweet tone piano

Worn by many thumbs

And there's a fellow that plays it

That uses his pedal for drums

If you come down to Birmingham

With nary a place to go

Fond a man called Cactus Sam

Tell him you wanna go barrelhouse

That's all he needs to know

Be there for supper

Or a plate of barbecue

And this along with the music

Will make a barrelhouse man of you

What I mean is

You will have that lowdown feeling too

If you find yourself in Birmingham

Without a place to go

Come on down to my house

Make a palette on the floor

I'll have you meet some southern gal

A-gentle sweet and kind

There words for your music

And music for your mind

Let's go barrelhouse

Let's go barrelhouse

Let's go barrelhouse

All night long