Boppin The Blues

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Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues,
                 A7
it must be goin' round.
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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.

[Verse 1]
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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.

[Chorus]
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.

[Verse 2]
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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.

[Chorus]
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.

[Break]
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[Chorus]
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.

[Verse 3]
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.
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Grandma, he ain't triflin', well the old boy's rhythm bound.

[Chorus]
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.

[Other]
  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' round. (Fade.)