There's a jumpin' little juke jointway out in the stickshalf a mile down a dirt roadoff a highway sixain't near no townain't close to no citythose folks get downtil it's a doggone pityOl' Bishop's's bandplaying that low down funkMan you oughta see that little ol' juke joint jumpjump, jump, jump, jumpWe pulled our pick-up trucksright onto the lotwalked back to the baran gotta double shotset down at a tableby the ladies room doorcheckin out the chickscomin' onto the floorEverybody was mellowbout halfway drunkMan you oughta seen thatthat little ol' juke joint jumpJump, jump, jump, jumpBig Jim called Johnny Ba little sawed off chumpJohnny B went outsideand opened up his trunkcome back with a pistolabout as long as your legBig Jim went on his kneesand he began to begsomebody threw a bottleknocked out the lightswomen started screamin'and the men began to fightMe an my buddyheaded straight for the back doorMy buddy made it butI was alittle bit too slowWoke up with my head allall full of lumpsMan you oughta seenthat little ol juke joint jumpJump, jump, jump, jump