| I’m slippin’into Slidell, the boys and me Take a left at the Texaco, gonna see Sweet Marie
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| She plays down at Jimbeaux’s Gumbo and Washtub
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| In calico and barefeet in a band called the Mudbugs
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| I been workin’up my never and I can hardly
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| Tonight when she asks for request
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| I’ll stand up and say
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| I wanna be your squeeze box
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| Always at your fingertips
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| I wanna be your blues harp
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| A little closer to your lips
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| Let me be your washboard
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| You can play me fast or slow
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| Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard baby
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| Anything you can hold
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| Got a bucket full of crawfish, a seat on the front row
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| Just to sit this close to her, it’s like a shot of tabasco
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| Makin’trips to the tip jar, keep it full of dollar bills
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| Tonight I’m gonna go for broke, show her just how I feel
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| One way or another, Lord, she’s gonna notice me If I have to jump up on that stage and get down on my knees
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| I’ll be beggin her please
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| Let me be your squeeze box
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| Always at your fingertips
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| I wanna be your blues harp
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| A little closer to your lips
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| Let me be your washboard
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| You can play me fast or slow
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| Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard baby
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| Anything you can hold
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| Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard, baby
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| Anything you can hold |