Lyrics:
Why don't you learn to play Washboard
Why don't you learn to play Washboard
Why don't you learn to play Jug
And hush up your Mug
Guess you could
the jitterbug swing
Then you know you will be doin' the thang
(guitar & washboard)
Hey-eee, I can't stand this long
I'm tellin' you women
I can't stand
the jitterbug swing
Then you know you will be doin' the thang
(guitar & washboard)
Hey-eee, I can't stand this long
I'm tellin' you women
I can't stand
I want to be your squeeze box
Always at your fingertips
I want to be your blues harp
A little closer to your lips
Let me be your washboard
You
Hey, it's far right here
It's far right there well
Perverse! Hey, I'm still an hour here
See it, my washboard's in the car what?
See, they gotta have
You're clean as a widow woman's washboard, son,
Stick it in the wind
Put the mountains to your back
The great plains on your grille
Time
You're clean as a widow woman's washboard, son,
Stick it in the wind
Put the mountains to your back
The great plains on your grille
Time to take
the washboard blues
You're at the motel getting ran through
Rode by saw your Mercedes Benz
Why fit the archetype of the Deep South?
Then kiss my mother with that
the washboard
Trapping dreams I can't let go
Gasping upstream for a paddle
Stretching promises too thin
Don't you take away the sinner
He's the only me I've been
brass band with old Gate Junior on guitar
I saw her playin' with John and Mooney too
Uptown at Maddigan's Bar.
Washboard Lisa, wash away your sins
Let
The closest place to Heaven that I've ever been
We called it Barnyard Boulevard
Fourteen miles of washboard road
Barnyard Boulevard
A little stretch of gravel
CHORUS
They say I can have washboard abs, if I just follow the plan
The only washboard I'll ever see is if I join in a Zydeco band See, I already got me
washboard, xylophone
Ukulele, vibraslap, washboard, xylophone
Hey Allie, we made it almost all the way, but I can't think of something for Y
Yourself!
What?
Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile
Blinky thumps the gut bass and solos for a while
Poor Boy twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo
and raised eight kids on a miner's pay
Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a washboard every day
Why, I've seen her fingers bleed
To complain, there was no need
should run and find your solace
Then we gotta go
Hold my hand
Pray with me father
Life's a washboard road
What I mean by that ima shake the globe
Look lil
and washboard sam
That everybody's gonna jam
Just shake it boxcar joe
We got sawdust on the floor
Tell chicken head till I die
We're gonna have a time
When
to dat water once more
Washboard blues!
Never get me gone from here
Scrubbin' dirty clothes all year!
Dem clothes
Dem muckety clothes
Dem raggedy
and washboard sam
That everybody's gonna jam
Just shake it boxcar joe
We got sawdust on the floor
Tell chicken head till I die
We're gonna have a time
When
And pull out a washboard, and play a guitar chord
And do a little do it yourself.
Call on your neighbors to put down their labors
And come and play
And pull out a washboard and play a guitar chord
And do a little do it yourself
Call on your neighbors to put down their labors
And come and play
night long
All night long
All night long
Tell Fats and Washboard Sam, that everybody gonna to jam
Tell Shaky and Boxcar Joe, we got sawdust
Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile
Blinky thumps the gut bass and solos for a while
Poor Boy twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo
All night long
All night long
Tell Fats and Washboard Sam that everybody gonna to jam
Tell Shaky and Boxcar Joe, we got sawdust on the floor
Tell Peg
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