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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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| 2. |
| 2:50 | 
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| 2:50 |
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Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
All my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound Well, the doctor told me, Carl you need no pills. Yes, the doctor told me, boy, you don't need no pills. Just a handful of nickels, the juke box will cure your ills. Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round All them cats are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound Well, the old cat bug bit me, man, I don't feel no pain Yeah, that jitterbug caught me, man, I don't feel no pain. I still love you baby, but I'll never be the same. I said, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round All my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round All them cats are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound Well, grand-pa Don got rhythm and he threw his crutches down. Oh the old boy Don got rhythm and blues and he threw that crutches down Grand-ma, he ain't triflin', well the old boy's rhythm bound. Well, all them cats are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round All my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound. A rock bop, rhythm and blues. A rock bop, rhythm and blues. A rock rock, rhythm and blues. A rock rock, rhythm and blues. Rhythm and blues, it must be goin' round. |
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| 2:27 |
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On the outskirts of town, there's a little night spot.
Dan dropped in about five o'clock. Pulled off his coat, said "The night is short." He reached in his pocket and he flashed a quart. He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with ya! Rave on, cats," he cried. "It's almost dawn, the cops are gone. Let's all get Dixie fried." Well, Dan got happy and he started raving. He pulled out a razor, but he wasn't shaving. And all the cats knew to jump and hop, Cause he was born and raised in a butcher shop. He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with ya! Rave on, cats," he cried. "It's almost dawn, the cops are gone. Let's all get Dixie fried." The cops heard Dan when he started to shout. They all ran in to see what it was about. And I heard him holler as they led him away. He turned his head, and this is what he had to say. He hollered, "Rave on children, I'm with ya! Rave on, cats," he cried. "It's almost dawn, the cops are gone. Let's all get Dixie fried." Now, Dan was the bravest man that we ever saw. He let us all know he wasn't scared of the law. And through The black crossed bar he tossed a note. And it said "It ain't my fault, hon, that I'm in here." But He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with you! Rave on, cats," he cried. "It's almost dawn, the cops ain't gone, And I've been Dixie fried." |
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| 2:54 |
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| 2:51 |
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Well how can you say you will when you won't
Say you do, baby, when you don't? Let me know, honey, how you feel Tell the truth, now, is love real? But oh well, honey don't, well, honey don't Honey don't, honey don't, honey don't I say you will when you won't, oh honey, don't Well, I love you, baby, and you ought to know I like the way you wear your clothes If it's in a batch you were so doggone sweet You got that sand all over your feet Well, sometimes I love you on a Saturday night Sunday morning, you don't look right You've been out painting the town Uh baby, been stepping around |
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| 2:15 |
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| 8. |
| 1:43 |
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Ain't no doubt about it, this must be love
One little kiss from you and I feel glad all over Ooh baby, hot-dang-dilly, it's so silly but I'm glad all over I got goose pimples baby, 'cause it feels so good When you cuttle me like you do and I feel glad all over Ooh mercy, I'm a real cool pappy and I'm happy And I'm glad all over Well your touch goes through me like electric fire Well, every part of me glows It don't take much lookin' to see what I got 'Cause it shows, shows! Come on honey please one more time Everytime you do, well I feel glad all over Ooh mercy, hot-dang-dilly, it's so silly but I'm glad all over Well I'm tryin' to tell you I'm cookin' inside When we're cheek to cheek Temperature's low but my fever is hot I can't speak, I'm so weak Come on honey-bunny kiss me one more time Everytime you do, well I feel glad all over Ooh mercy, hot-dong-dilly, it's so silly but I'm glad all over Hot-dang-dilly, it's so silly but I'm glad all over Ooh, hot-dang-dilly, it's so silly but I'm glad all over |
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| 2:26 |
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| 2:00 |
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| 12. |
| 2:53 |
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| 3:05 |
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| 2:09 |
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| 2:48 |
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