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Well, it's one for the money,
Two for the show, Three to get ready, Now go, cat, go. But don't you step on my blue suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes. Well, you can knock me down, Step in my face, Slander my name All over the place. Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh, Honey, lay off of my shoes Don't you step on my Blue suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes. You can burn my house, Steal my car, Drink my liquor From an old fruitjar. Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh, Honey, lay off of my shoes Don't you step on my blue suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes. Well, it's one for the money, Two for the show, Three to get ready, Now go, cat, go. But don't you step on my blue suede shoes. You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes. |
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Hey, get rhythm!
When you get the blues! C'mon get rhythm! When you get the blues! Get a rock and roll feeling in your bones, Put taps on your toes, and get goin' Get rhythm! When you get the blues! A little shoe-shine boy he never gets low-down, But he's got the dirtiest job in town! Bending low at the peoples' feet, On a windy corner of a dirty street. Well, I asked him while she shined my shoes, How'd he keep from getting the blues. He grinned as he raised his little head, He popped a shoe-shine rag, and he said Get rhythm! When you get the blues! C'mon get rhythm! When you get the blues! A jumpy rhythm makes you feel so fine, It'll shake all your troubles from your worried mind. Get rhythm! When you get the blues! Get rhythm! When you get the blues! C'mon get rhythm! When you get the blues! Get a rock and roll feeling in your bones, Put taps on your toes, and get goin' Get rhythm! When you get the blues! Well, I had to listen to the shoe-shine boy, And I thought I was gonna jump for joy! Slapped on the shoe polish left and right, He took a shoe-shine rag and he held it tight. He stopped once to wipe the sweat away, I said, you're a mighty little boy to be a-workin' that way! He said I like it, with a big wide grin, Kept on a-poppin' and he said again, Get rhythm! When you get the blues! C'mon get rhythm! When you get the blues! It only costs a dime, just a nickel a shoe. It does a million dollars worth of good for you. Get rhythm! When you get the blues! |
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I do my best to hide this lowdown feelin'
I try to make believe there's nothing wrong But they're always asking me about you darling And it hurts me so to tell 'em that you're gone If they ask me I guess I'd be denyin' that I've been unhappy all alone But if they heard my heart they'd hear it cryin' Where's my darling, when's she coming home I ask myself a million times what's right for me to do To try to lose my blues alone or hang around for you But I make it pretty good until that moon comes shining through And that I get so doggone lonesome Time stands still when you're a waitin' sometimes I think my heart is stoppin' too One lonely hour seems forever sixty minutes more to wait for you But I guess I'll keep waitin' till you're with me cause I believe that loving you is right But I don't care if the sun don't rise tomorrow if I can't have you with me tonight Well I know I'll keep on loving you cause true love can't be killed I ought to get you off of my mind but I guess I never will I could have a dozen others but I know I'd love you still Cause I get so doggone lonesome |
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