| Next to Lousiana on the Texas side,
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| There’s a little country joint where they let it ride.
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| There’s a boogie woogie man on the piano,
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| An’all the backwoods boppers shoutin': «Go cat, go.»
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| They’ve never been afraid of the Boogie Man.
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| Nothin’makes you feel better than the boogie woogie can.
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| So don’t you be afraid of the Boogie Man:
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| He’ll take you down to New Orleans where that rhythm all began.
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| So don’t you,
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| Don’t you be afraid of the Boogie Man.
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| Grandpa’s in the corner in his fishing clothes,
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| Reelin’to the rhythm everywhere it goes.
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| All the boogie woogie babies tearing up the floor.
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| When they get a little bit, they want a little bit more.
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| They’ve never been afraid of the Boogie Man.
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| Nothin’makes you feel better than the boogie woogie can.
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| So don’t you be afraid of the Boogie Man:
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| He’ll take you down to New Orleans where that rhythm all began.
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| So don’t you,
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| Don’t you be afraid of the Boogie Man.
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| Instrumental break.
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| In a red El Dorado, at the break of day,
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| That Boogie Woogie man’ll be slipping away.
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| Although you’re never gonna know it when he’s out of sight,
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| He’ll shut a juke box down again tomorrow night.
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| He’s never been afraid of the Boogie Man.
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| Nothin’makes you feel better than the boogie woogie can.
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| So don’t you be afraid of the Boogie Man:
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| He’ll take you down to New Orleans where that rhythm all began.
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| It works for me, it’ll work for you,
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| He’ll have you doin’things that you didn’t know you knew.
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| So don’t you,
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| Don’t you be afraid.
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| No, don’t ya,
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| Don’t you be afraid of the Boogie Man, no. |