| There’s a jumpin' little juke joint
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| Way out in the sticks
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| Half a mile down a dirt road
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| Off a highway six
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| Ain’t near no town
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| Ain’t close to no city
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| Those folks get down
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| Till it’s a doggone pity
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| Ol' Bishop’s’s band
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| Playing that low down funk
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| Man you oughta see that little ol' juke joint jump
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| Jump, jump, jump, jump
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| We pulled our pick-up trucks
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| Right onto the lot
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| Walked back to the bar
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| An gotta double shot
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| Set down at a table
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| By the ladies room door
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| Checkin' out the chicks
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| Comin' onto the floor
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| Everybody was mellow
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| Bout halfway drunk
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| Man you oughta seen that
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| That little ol' juke joint jump
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| Jump, jump, jump, jump
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| Big Jim called Johnny B
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| A little sawed off chump
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| Johnny B went outside
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| And opened up his trunk
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| Come back with a pistol
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| About as long as your leg
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| Big Jim went on his knees
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| And he began to beg
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| Somebody threw a bottle
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| Knocked out the lights
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| Women started screamin'
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| And the men began to fight
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| Me an my buddy
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| Headed straight for the back door
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| My buddy made it but
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| I was alittle bit too slow
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| Woke up with my head all
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| All full of lumps
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| Man you oughta seen
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| That little ol juke joint jump
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| Jump, jump, jump, jump |