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I hate to see that evening sun go down,
I hate to see that evening sun go down, 'Cause my lovin' baby done left this town. If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today, If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today, I'm gonna pack my trunk and make my getaway. Oh, that St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings, She pulls my man around by her apron strings. And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair, Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go nowhere. I got those St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be, Oh, my man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. I love my man like a schoolboy loves his pie, Like a Kentucky colonel loves his rocker and rye I'll love my man until the day I die, Lord, Lord. I got the St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be, Lord, Lord! That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. I got those St. Louis blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, My man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me, Lord, Lord! Another version ----------------------- A Got St. Louis blues.....blue as I can be; B There's two people in this world I just can't stand; There's two people in this world I just can't stand; That's a two-faced woman and a lyin' man; B I'm gonna leave this town walkin', talkin' to myself; I'm gonna leave this town walkin', talkin' to myself; Because the sweet woman I love, she belongs to somebody else. C (The following verse is so heavily scatted that it is virtually incomprehensible.) (Oh, I say, look here, sweet mama, someday your papa's... When that big old hound comes around... And when that big old piece of hound comes.. He's sure gonna leave this town.) B I'm goin' back to Chicago to have my hambone boiled; I'm goin' way back to Chicago to have my hambone boiled; Because these women in New York City let my good hambone spoil. D I got the St.Louis blues, sweet mama, got St. Louis blues, just blue, Blue as I can be, St. Louis blues; baby, Aw, your daddy got St. Louis blues, sweet mama, All those blues, I'm blue as I can be. Version 3 ------------------ I hate to see that evenin' sun go down, I hate to see that evenin' sun go down, 'Cause my baby has left this town. If I'm feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today, If I'm feelin' tomorrow, like I feel today, I'll pack my trunk and make my get-away. St. Louis woman, with all her diamond rings, Stole that man of mine, by her apron strings; If it wasn't for powder, and her store-bought hair, That man I love wouldn't've gone nowhere! Nowhere! I've got the St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be; Lord, that man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me! Gee, I love that man like a school boy loves his pie, Just like an old Kentucky colonel loves his rock and rye, I guess I'll love that man until the day I die. |
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| 3:11 |
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Folks here's a story 'bout Minnie the Moocher; she was a red hot hoochie
coocher. She was the roughest toughest frail; but Minnie had a heart as big as a whale. Hi de hi de hi de hi Ho de ho de ho de ho Hee de hee de hee de hee Ho oo waooo waoooo She messed around with a bloke named Smokey; She loved him though he was kokey. He took her down to Chinatown and showed her how to kick the gong around. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi Ho-whooooaaaa-ahhhh-ohh He-de-he-de-hee-de-he Ho-oh-ho-oh She had a dream about the king of Sweden; he gave her things, that she was needin'. He gave her a home built of gold and steel, a diamond car, with the puh-latinum wheels. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-oh Skeedle-a-booka-diki biki skeedly beeka gookity woop! A-booriki-booriki-booriki Hoy! He gave her his town house and his racing horses; each meal she ate was a dozen courses. She had a million dollars in nickels and dimes; she sat around and counted it all, a million times. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi Ho-oh-whoaa-oh-oh-whoa He-de-he-de-hee-de-hee Poor Min! Poor Min! Poo-oor Min |
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| 3:02 |
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Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary,
See my baby there; She's stretched out on a long, white table, She's so sweet, so cold, so fair. Let her go, let her go, God bless her, Wherever she may be, She will search this wide world over, But she'll never find another sweet man like me. Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches, Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat, Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain, So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat. An' give me six crap shooting pall bearers, Let a chorus girl sing me a song. Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head So we can raise Hallelujah as we go along. Folks, now that you have heard my story, Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze; If anyone should ask you, Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues. |
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| 4. |
| 3:13 |
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You sure is a rascal!
I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! When you dead in your grave, No more women will you crave. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I trust you in my home, you rascal, you. I trust you in my home, you rascal, you. I trust you in my home, You wouldn't leave my wife alone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you. I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you. I fed you since last fall, Then you got your ashes hauled. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you. You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you. You asked my wife to wash your clothes And something else I suppose. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you. You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you. You know you done me wrong, You done stole my wife and gone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, And something else you tried to steal. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! Please don't me find you, rascal, you. Please don't let me find you, rascal, you! Please don't let me find you 'Cause you'll leave this world behind you. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! Ain't no use to run, you rascal, you. Ain't no use to run, you rascal, you. Ain't no use to run, I done bought a Gatling gun, And you still having your fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun; The buzzards gonna have you when I'm done. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You done messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You done messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You done messed with my wife, And I'm gonna take your life. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! Another version --------------------- I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! When you're dead and in your grave, No more women will you crave, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! You messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You messed with my wife, Now I'm going to take your life, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal And something else you tried to steal, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes And something else, I suppose, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! Version 3 -------------------- I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. When they bury you six feet deep No more fried chicken can you eat, I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be standing on a corner full of gin When they bring your dead body in, I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I took you to my home, You wouldn't leave my wife alone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, oh, you hound! I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. What's this thing you got Makes my wife think you're so hot? You dirty dog! I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, oh, you hound! |
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| 5. |
| 3:12 |
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It was down in Chinatown,
All the cokies laid around, Some were high and some were mighty low; There were millions on the floor When a knock came on the door, And there stood old Smoky Joe. He was sweatin', cold and pale, He was lookin' for his frail, He was broke and all his junk ran out; Nobody made a sound, As he stood and looked around, And then you hear old Smoky shout: Saying, "Tell me where is Minnie? My poor Minnie! Has she been here, Kicking the gong around?" "If you don't know Minnie, She's tall and skinny, She gets her pleasure Kicking the gong around!" [Scat chorus] "Just tell her Smoky Joe Was here and had to go." And as he departed, The curtains parted, And there stood Minnie Kicking the gong around! Another version ---------------------- It was down in Chinatown, All the cokies laid around, Some were high and some were mighty low; Count millions on the floor When a knock came on the door, And there stood old Smoky Joe. He was sweatin', cold and pale, He was lookin' for his frail, He was broke and all his junk ran out; As he stood and looked around, Nobody made a sound, And then you hear old Smoky shout: "Tell me where is Minnie? Oh, I want my little Minnie! Has she been here, Kicking the gong around?" "If you don't know Minnie, Oh, she's tall and skinny, She gets her pleasure Kicking the gong around!" [Scat chorus] "You just tell her Smoky Joe Was here and had to go." And as he departed, The curtains parted, And there was Minnie Kickin' the gong around! |
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| 6. |
| 3:02 |
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I don't want you,
But I hate to lose you, You've got me inbetween the devil and the deep blue sea. I forgive you, 'Cause I can't forget you, You've got me inbetween the devil and the deep blue sea. I ought to cross you off my list, But when you come knocking at my door, Fate seems to give my heart a twist, And I come running back for more. I should hate you, But I guess I love you, You've got me inbetween the devil and the deep blue sea. |
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| 2:53 |
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Just follow me,
And you will see, What folks in Harlem Call Trickeration. Don't mean a thing, This crazy swing, Latest thing in Harlem, Trickeration! Rhythm, look what you went and done, Rhythm, you are the guilty one. Another phrase, Just another craze, Everyone in Harlem Does Trickeration. |
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| 8. |
| 3:06 |
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Here's some news that'll get you,
It's made to order for you. I just bet it'll fit you, Follow up these red hot blues. Grab a taxi and go down, Chinatown's on a spree; Let me give you the lowdown, This is really history. Whenever folks in Chinatown start acting gay There's something in the air that makes them feel that way. Yeah, man, I heard somebody say It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! Old Smoky Joe's so happy he can hardly wait, He's spent a million dollars for his wedding date, Yeah, man, they're gonna celebrate, It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day. You better come on down, Way down in Chinatown, Oh, let me take you down To see them kick the gong around. A million cokies shouting, "Hay-de-hay-de-hay!" The king of Sweden's gonna give the bride away, Yeah, man, I heard somebody say, It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! The king and queen of every nation Were glad to get an invitation; The prince of Wales said he would get away For Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! They said a hundred thousand hoppies Went over to China picking poppies, They're gonna put them all in one bouquet For Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! Hi-de-hi-de-hi, Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho! Hay-de-hay-de-hay, It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! Yeah, man! Why, what's that them boys say? It's Minnie the Moocher's wedding day! |
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| 2:52 |
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"Man whats the matter with that cat there?"
"must be full of reefer" "full of reefer?!" "yea man" "you mean that cats high?!" "sailing" "sailing" "sailing lightly" "get away from here Man is that the reefer man?" "thats the reefer man" "I belive hes losing his mind" "I think hes lost his mind!" Oh have you ever met that funny reefer man (reefer man!) have you ever met that funny reefer man (reefer man!) If he said he swam to china, and he sell you south carolina then you know your talkn to that reefer man Have you ever met funny reefer man (reefer man!) Have you ever met funny reefer man (reefer man!) If he said he walks the ocean, any time he takes the notion then you know your talkn to reefer man. Have you ever met this funny reefer man (reefer man!) oh baby baby baby reefer man reefer man If he trades you dimes for nickles and calls watermellons pickles then you know your talkn to that reefer man Have you ever met funny reefer man (reefer man!) Have you ever met funny reefer man (reefer man!) If he takes a sudden mania he'll want to give you Pennsylvania oh you know your talking to the reefer man Have you ever met funny reefer man (reefer man!) Have you ever met funny reefer man (reefer man!) If he said one sweet is funny because he wont sell me atlantic then you know your talkin to that reefer man |
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| 3:07 |
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If you'd like to be a jitter bug,
First thing you must do is get a jug, Put whiskey, wine and gin within, And shake it all up and then begin. Grab a cup and start to toss, You are drinking jitter sauce! Don't you worry, you just mug, And then you'll be a jitter bug! Hear this fat boy blowing his horn; He's been a bug since the day he was born, His favorite jitter sauce is rye, I swear, he'll drink it 'til the day he die! Toot your whistle and ring your bell, Oh, butchie-wutchie, time will tell, Don't you worry, you just mug, You'll always be a jitter bug! These four boys playing saxophone, Order jitter sauce by phone, Central, give me Harlem 4-9-4, I think these bugs could drink some more, They drink sauce from morn to night And never stop until they're tight, Don't you worry, they just mug, They're poor little jitter bugs! Now, here's old Father, a wicked old man, Drinks more sauce than the other bugs can, He drinks jitter sauce every morn, That's why jitter sauce was born, See him shake with his trombone, He just can't leave that sauce alone, Get along, Father, you just mug, You'll always be a jitter bug! There's Rip Van with his eyes a-twinkle, We named him after Rip Van Winkle, Like Rip, he'd sleep for twenty years If he could get his fill of beer, Rip drinks his sauce, gets on the stand, Soon he forgets that he's in the band, Don't awaken him, just let him mug; He'll always be a jitter bug. |
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| 3:08 |
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Like someone that hasn't any country
Like a stranger visiting from Mars I went around alone, just like a rolling stone Until I read a message in the stars It must have been moonglow, 'way up in the blue It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you I still hear you saying, "Dear one, hold me fast" And I start in praying, Oh Lord, please let this last We seemed to float right through the air Heavenly songs seemed to come from ev'rywhere And now when there's moonglow 'way up in the blue I always remember that moonglow gave me you It must have been moonglow, 'way up in the blue It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you I still hear you saying, "Dear one, hold me fast" And I start in praying, Oh Lord, please let this last We seemed to float right through the air Heavenly songs seemed to come from ev'rywhere And now when there's moonglow 'way up in the blue I'll always remember, that moonglow gave me you |
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| 2:42 |
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You can do most anything, but whatever you do,
There's only one thing, you gotta have Chinese rhythm! You can see sing and dance and play 'most anything you choose, There's only one thing, you gotta have Chinese rhythm! There's rhythm in love songs, rhythm in blues, There's rhythm in almost anything you do. When the moon is bright and you're making love, There's only one thing, you gotta have Chinese rhythm! |
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| 3:01 |
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(Jerome Jerome / Richard Byron / Walter Kent)
Yasha was a prodigy, since he was a kid of three He could play a rhapsody as good as they come But as strange as it may be, Yasha hated melody He had a yen for tympani, he longed to play a drum When his Mother made him practice on the fiddle every day He'd stop right in the middle and he'd say.... Mama, I wanna make rhythm Don't wanta make music Just wanna go zoozi-zah-zah-zoozi Ooh-cah-dee-doodle-oodle-aah-doo Mama, I wanna get hotcha I wanta make boombah I wanna go gah-gah Za-rah-kah, zat-zow, ooh-dee-lah I've got no desire to carry a Stradivarius, but There's no limit of primitive tom-tom in my tum-tum Mama, I wanna make rhythm Don't wanta make music Just wanna go wookee-ah-kay-a-kaya-kaya Yag-a-yag-a-yag-a-yag |
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| 2:49 |
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Hep-hep!
De-boodle-de-ack, de-boodle-de-ackasaki! Hep-hep! Oh, rang-tang, te-dah-dah, Hep-hep! Gonna tell you 'bout the jumpin' jive, Hep-hep! Jim, jam, jump, the jumpin' jive; Hep-hep! Cats gonna beat out this mellow jive; Hep-hep! Beat it out on the mellow side. Boy? Whatcha gonna say there, gate? Oh, boy! Whatcha gonna say there, gate? Palomar, shalomar, Swanee shore, Let me dig that jive once more, Boy! Lay it right on down to the gator. Oh, boy! Lay it flat as a gator. Now, can't you hear those hepcats call, Yeah! Come on, boys, let's have a ball! The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive Makes you dig your jive on the mellow side, Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jump is the solid jive Makes you nine foot tall when you're four foot five, Hep-hep! Hep-hep! Now, don't you be that ickeroo, Get hep, come on and follow through, Then you get your steady foo, You make the joint jump like the gators do, The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side, Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jumpin' jive Makes you hep-hep on the mellow side! Hep-hep! Hep-hep! Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive, Will make you dig your jive on the mellow side, Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jump, the solid jive Makes you nine foot tall when you're four foot five, Hep-hep! Hep-hep! Now, don't you be that ickeroo, Get hep, come on and follow through, Then you get your steady foo, You make the joint jump like the gators do, The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin' jive Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side, Hep-hep! Hep-hep! The jim, jam, jumpin' jive, Makes you hep-hep on the mellow side; Hep-hep! Hep-hep! [Scating] Now, I've told you 'bout the jumpin' jive, The jim, jam, jump, the jumpin' jive, I know you dug this mellow jive, Oh, you dig it on the mellow side. Another Version ----------------------- Boy? Oh, boy! Panama, Shanama, Swanee shore, Let me dig that jive some more; Boy? Oh boy! The jim-jam-jump with the jumpin' jive Makes you get your kicks on the mellow side. Hep! Hep! Hep! Hep! The jim-jam-jump with the solid jive, Makes you nine foot tall when you're four foot five, Hep! hep! Hep! Hep! Don't be that ickeroo, Get hep and follow through, And get your steady foo Make the joint jump like the gators do, The jim-jam-jump with the jumpin' jive, Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side, Hep! Hep! Hep! Hep! The jim-jam-jump with the jumpin' jive, Makes you hep! hep! hep! on the mellow side! |
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My momma done tol' me
When I was in knee-pants My momma done tol' me, “Son, What did she tell you? A woman gon' sweet-talk Yeah! And give you de glad-eyes, Ah, ahh.. But when that sweet-talk is done: Keep on a- talkin'. A woman's a two-faced A worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing the blues... The blues... In the night.” Yes, in the night. Now the rain's a-fallin', Hear the train a-callin' - Oohee... My momma done tol' me. Oh... Hey, that lonesome whistle's Blowin' ‘cross the trestle. Oohee... My momma done tol' me. Hey, ahooee - ahooee! A clickety-clackin' And echoin' back at the blues... In the night. The evenin' breeze - The stars - The trees a-cryin' and the moon ‘ll hide its light When you get the blues In the night. It's really tough to get the blues in the night. Take my word: The mockingbird Sings the saddest kind of song; He knows things are wrong - And he's right. Yes, he's right to sing the blues in the night. From Natchez to Mobile; From Memphis to St. Joe; Wherever the four winds blow; They blow everywhere! I been in some big towns, Yeah! And I done heard me some big talk, Ahh,ahh... But there's one thing I know: Keep a-talkin'. A woman's a-two-faced - A worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing the blues... The blues In the night. Yes, in the night. A woman will leave you singin' the blues. I know she will - My momma was right: The blues in the night. |
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| 3:03 |
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Here's a little tune we're gonna play for you,
There ain't nothin' to it and it's easy to do: Called the Calloway Boogie, It's the Calloway Boogie, Keeps you groovy twenty-four hours a day! If you like music with a boogie beat, Here's a little ditty that's really all reet! It's the Calloway Boogie, It's the Calloway Boogie, Keeps you groovy twenty-four hours a day! I woke up with the blues the other day, The cats started jamming and they blew away. With the Calloway Boogie, The Calloway Boogie, Keeps you groovy twenty-four hours a day! We play waltzes, bebop and jive, But here's the kind of music that keeps you alive! It's the Calloway Boogie, It's the Calloway Boogie, Keeps you groovy twenty-four hours a day! If you like boogie with some hi-de-ho, Just listen to me, here's the way it goes: Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi! Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho! Keeps you groovy twenty-four hours a day! |
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| 3:25 |
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| 2:51 |
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(Tennessee Ernie Ford)
There it stands in the corner with the barrel so straight I looked out the window and over the gate The big, fat rabbits are a-jumpin' in the grass Wait'll they hear my old shotgun blast Shotgun Boogie, I done saw your tracks Look out Mr. Rabbit when I cock my hammer back Well, over on the ridge is a scaly bark Hick'ry nuts so big you can see 'em in the dark The big fat squirrels they scratch and they bite I'll be on that ridge before daylight Shotgun Boogie, all I need is one shot Look out bushy tail, tonight you'll be in the pot Well, I met a pretty gal, she was tall and thin I asked her what she had, she said: "A Fox Four-Ten" I looked her up and down and said: "Boy, this is love" So we headed for the brush to shoot a big fat dove Shotgun Boogie, boy the feathers flew Look out Mister Dove when she draws a bead on you I sat down on a log, took her on my lap She said, "Wait a minute, bub, you got to see my Pap He's got a sixteen-gauge choked down like a rifle He don't like a man that's a-gonna trifle" Shotgun Boogie, draws a bead so fine Look out big boy, he's loaded all the time Well, I called on her Pap like a gentleman oughta He said: "No brush hunter's gonna get my daughter" He cocked back the hammer right on the spot When the gun went off, I outran the shot Shotgun Boogie, I wanted wedding bells I'll be back little gal, when your pappy runs out of shells |
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