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           A
We were rolling down King Street a quarter to twelve
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When we found a little corner to 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 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 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 to Doc
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If you want the girls better pick like Merle
              A
Cause them High Country blues
                           E
Still blow all the women away
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So beat on the corner with your flat 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
       B7             E    A
Just like it was in Doc's day

[Instrumental]
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           A
Well that old hillbilly he tugged on his whiskers
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And spat a little juice from his jaw
        A
He said back in Deep Gap I'm telling you mister
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We'd be rocking from dusk to dawn
        A
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 throw you a dime
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Just like in old Doc's day

                D               D7
If you wanna rock, listen to Doc
                  A
If you want the girls better pick like Merle
              A
Cause them High Country blues
                           E
Still blow all the women away
    A                            A7
So beat on the corner with your flat top box
 D                  D7
Pick on the banjo, boys don't stop
          A                F#7
Give me old-time music, Lord make it hot
       B7             E    A
Just like it was in Doc's day

       D
So we sold our amps and pawned our drums
            A
Now we're picking like a couple of native sons
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And that old hillbilly he's sure buck dancing away
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Lord the crowd's all packed in at 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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A G#7 A D A G#7 E A
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If you wanna rock, listen to Doc
                  A
If you want the girls better pick like Merle
              A
Cause them High Country blues
                           E
Still blow all the women away
    A                            A7
So beat on the corner with your flat top box
 D                  D7
Pick on the banjo, boys don't stop
          A                F#7
Give me old-time music, Lord make it hot
       B7             E    A
Just like it was in Doc's day

G#7 A D
          A                F#7
Give me old-time music, Lord make it hot
       B7             E    A     A
Just like it was in Doc's day