(Monty Criswell/Michael White)
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I'm slippin' into Slidell, the boys and me
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Take a left at the Texaco, gonna see Sweet Marie
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She plays down at Jimbeaux's Gumbo and Washtub
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In calico and barefeet in a band called the Mudbugs
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I been workin' up my never and I can hardly
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Tonight when she asks for request
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I'll stand up and say
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I wanna be your squeeze box
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Always at your fingertips
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I wanna be your blues harp
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A little closer to your lips
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Let me be your washboard
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You can play me fast or slow
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Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard baby
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Anything you can hold
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Got a bucket full of crawfish, a seat on the front row
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Just to sit this close to her, it's like a shot of tabasco
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Makin' trips to the tip jar, keep it full of dollar bills
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Tonight I'm gonna go for broke, show her just how I feel
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One way or another, Lord, she's gonna notice me
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If I have to jump up on that stage and get down on my knees
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I'll be beggin her please
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Let me be your squeeze box
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Always at your fingertips
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I wanna be your blues harp
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A little closer to your lips
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Let me be your washboard
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You can play me fast or slow
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Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard baby
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Anything you can hold
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Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard, baby
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Anything you can hold
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Squeeze Box
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| Mark Wills |
