| Well, there’s a juke joint jumping on the edge of town
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| Got a smokin' little band and they get down
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| I’ll pick you up around 9 o’clock
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| And once we get started we’ll be hard to stop
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| Ain’t got a lot of money, that ain’t nothing new
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| But I feel like a million when I’m dancing with you
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| C’mon, good lookin' honey, let’s go jukin'
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| Well, the sparks are going to fly
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| When my feet hit the floor
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| Jump back baby
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| Give me some room I’m ready to roar
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| C’mon good lookin'
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| Honey, let’s go jukin'
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| There ain’t nobody that I’d rather dance with than you
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| To some good little down home
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| Honky tonk juke box blues
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| Put on your dancing shoes
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| Your tight dress too
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| Some of your $ 100 perfume
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| And me and you are going to fly across town
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| Straight on the dance floor
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| And burn the place down
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| C’mon mama let’s get the show on the road
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| Crank it up baby let the good times roll
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| C’mon, good lookin' honey, let’s go jukin'
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| Well, the sparks are going to fly
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| When my feet hit the floor
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| Jump back baby
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| Give me some room I’m ready to roar
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| C’mon good lookin' |
| Honey, let’s go jukin'
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| There ain’t nobody that I’d rather dance with than you
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| To some good little down home
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| Honky tonk juke box blues |