(Lyrics: J. Harte, Music: B. Walker)
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On Georgia’s highway 20, way out in the country,
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The boys would go to have a good time.
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My grandpa used to tell me when he was just a young man,
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Good lovin’ wasn’t easy to find, so they’d head on out to Peggy’s,
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Where the pretties would be standin’ in line.
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The place was always cookin’,
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While them wild eyed boys were lookin’ at the shortest skirts they’d ever seen.
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Hangin’ on the moves of those foxy, floozy, hoochie-coos, shakin’, shakin’ everything.
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Five bucks and you could take a change on dancin’ 15 rounds in the ring.
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Hidey, hidey, ho, get the boys and let’s go.
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In and out and round, and round at Peggy’s shake a leg show.
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Where the honey’s are the hottest and the kisses are sweet.
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Rock n roll you through the night if you can handle the heat.
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Bring your money, pick a honey, let’s get funky at the shake a leg show.
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Let’s go!
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You can shake it if you want to, you can do it ‘till the morning.
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At the show, look at them go.
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We’re gonna tap the keg, we’re gonna get some leg.
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I heard that Peggy’s still around, livin’ somewhere out of town.
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Got a little house on the beach, her place has been long forgotten.
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But I’m sure her memories are still sweet.
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Grandpa says she might be old, but I bet she can still turn up the heat.
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Oh, oh, oh, oh…..
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(Chorus)
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(**We laughed so hard typing these up, we thought we were gonna pass out.** LOL)
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Ode To Peggy’s
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| Marvelous 3 |
