Docs Day

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We were rolling down King Street a 
quarter to twelve
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When we found a little corner to 
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play
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So we plugged in our guitars and 
tightened our drums
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And hollered out, "Hey, hey, hey"
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When this old hillbilly with a cheek
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 full of chaw
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Rambled on over to our tip jar
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He said I like what I see but it's 
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not like I saw
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Way back in old Doc's day

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He said if you wanna rock, listen 
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to Doc
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If you want the girls better pick 
like Merle
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Cause them High Country blues
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Still blow all the women away
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So beat on the corner with your flat
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 top box
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Pick on the banjo, boys don't stop
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Give me old-time music, Lord make it
 hot
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Just like it was in Doc's day

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Well that old hillbilly he tugged on
 his whiskers
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And spat a little juice from his jaw
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He said back in Deep Gap I'm telling
 you mister
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We'd be rocking from dusk to dawn
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Singing Mama Don't 'Low and Bottle 
Of Wine
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Dark As A Dungeon Way Down In The 
Mine
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If you can do like that, boys, I'll
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 throw you a dime
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Just like in old Doc's day

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If you wanna rock, listen to Doc
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If you want the girls better pick 
like Merle
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Cause them High Country blues
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Still blow all the women away
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So beat on the corner with your flat
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 top box
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Pick on the banjo, boys don't stop
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Give me old-time music, Lord make it
 hot
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Just like it was in Doc's day

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So we sold our amps and pawned our 
drums
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Now we're picking like a couple of 
native sons
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And that old hillbilly he's sure 
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buck dancing away
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Lord the crowd's all packed in at 
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Cherry and King
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Leaning in close to hear the banjo 
ring
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And everybody raises their voice to 
sing
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Just like in old Doc's day

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If you wanna rock, listen to Doc
                  A
If you want the girls better pick 
like Merle
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Cause them High Country blues
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Still blow all the women away
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So beat on the corner with your flat
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 top box
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Pick on the banjo, boys don't stop
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Give me old-time music, Lord make it
 hot
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Just like it was in Doc's day

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Give me old-time music, Lord make it
 hot
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Just like it was in Doc's day