All you sinners drop everything
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Everything
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Let the melody and the harmony ring
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Let it ring
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Lift arms up to Heaven and sing
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Ring-a-ding
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Sing you sinners woncha sway n' swing
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What a thing
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Start with clappin' y'hands all about
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All about
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Don't be silent - Let the Lord hear y'shout
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Shout it out
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And jus' let the music come out
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Of yr snout
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Sing you sinners woncha sway n' swing
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Check it out
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(Dig the drift of what I mean)
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In a world where there's no music
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(Old Scratch)
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Satan gets his kicks
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(He's up to his tricks)
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He'll be laughing up and down the banks
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(Hee, hee, hee)
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Of that river Styx
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You're so wicked baby, and you're depraved
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You can rave
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It's apparent that you have misbehaved
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To your grave
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But if you should wanna be saved
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Jus' behave
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Take a listen now to the bird...
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Stop all that chewin' yer cud - and all that standin' in the mud there
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Swing people! Swing every chortle from yer mortal portal
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I dig that everyone believes that all cattle prodigies
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Are like a sneeze
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Hard blowin'-missin one lick of blowin' talent to show
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(If y'sing - y' gotta swing!)
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But remember that the day will come when you
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Will be just steak on a plate
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(Folks, y'know it's fate)
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So dig the music of the swing-o-sphere -
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(before your swing arrives too late)
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That's a little too dark
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Still, it's true - we've got breath for such a limited time
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What are ya, stupid, ya cows?? - you'd think to sing was a crime
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In defense now; hence now; Here's comes Adele McCluck:
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Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say you haven't heard
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The friendly bellowing swing of our friends the cows -
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As they shed their way from Teagarden to Fuller
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Instead of spendin' ev'ry day jus' sneakin' around
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To life another lick -
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These cats work on their cow-tone, so when they get up to blow
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They blow a fatter bone-tone into the ozone
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(And furthermore...)
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You tweety-birds are always singin' away
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Never givin' up thought of what you say
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We cows do - shedding takes up most of our day
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So when we start and settle in to play - we can say
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A moo is an array of what we've always known to be
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The best and only way to play
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(What we mean to say is...)
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Before the band will letcha sing
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(Sing with Fletcher Henderson)
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You've got to get y'self to swing
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(Like the Bean or Satch)
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So your horn can blow - a single note or two
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Of deeper thinking
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(That's the way to swing)
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So set your mind upon a tone
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(When you're shedding all alone)
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And you will have a cornerstone
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(Like the bass trombone)
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Blow your horn and take a bow
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So that you're swinging like the cows
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Pythagoras would be so proud of us
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Sing You Sinners
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The Jeff Healey Band |