A
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues,
A7
it must be goin' round.
D
All them cats are boppin' the blues,
A
it must be goin' round.
E A E
I love you, baby, I must be rhythm bound.
A
Well, the doctor told me, Carl, you don't need no pills.
D A
Yeah, that doctor told me, boy, you don't need no pills.
E A E
Just a handful of nickels and a jukebox will cure your ills.
A
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues,
A7
it must be goin' round.
D
All them cats are boppin' the blues,
A
it must be goin' round.
E A E
I love you, baby, I must be rhythm bound.
A A7
Well, the old cat bug, bit me, man, I don't feel no pain.
D A
Yeah, that jitterbug caught me, man, I don't feel no pain.
E A E
I still love you baby, but I'll never be the same.
A
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues,
A7
it must be goin' round.
D
All them friends are boppin' the blues,
A
it must be goin' round.
E A E
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound.
( A A7 A A7 A A7 D A E D A E )
A
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues,
A7
it must be goin' round.
D
All them cats are boppin' the blues,
A
it must be goin' round.
E A E
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound.
A A7
Well, grandpa done got rhythm, and he threw his crutches down.
D
Oh, the old boy done got rhythm and blues and he threw
A
them crutches down.
E A
Grandma, he ain't triflin', well the old boy's rhythm bound.
A
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues,
A7
it must be goin' round.
D
All them cats are boppin' the blues,
A
it must be goin' round.
E A E
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound.
A A7
A rock bop, rhythm and blues...A rock bop, rhythm and blues.
D A
A rock rock, rhythm and blues...A rock rock, rhythm and blues.
E D A
Rhythm and blues, it must be goin'
