Tweakin Some Twang

There’s a neon sign that points around back
To A jumpin’ juke joint way ‘cross the tracks

Ain’t got no karaoke, no rappers,
and no dj scratchin’ and spinnin’
Just live downhome blues Cold beer
Red hot women

Sweatin out the rhythm like a chain gang
Soul sista’ shakin’ a tamborang
Come on baby shake that thang
Til the church bells ring
Everybody Sing

Hips be jerkin’ girls be twerkin’
One thang for certain the boys be workin’
The back beat, it’s a groove thang
Come Sunday morning we still be tweakin’ the twang

catchin’ lightin’ bugs in a mason jar
cutting a rug at the Cajun bar
Cry like a bee sting bendin my guitar strings
Another honky tonk angel done got her wings

Need a bottle neck, steel and wood
Gotta thunder machine under the hood
Throwin’ it down like a good boy should
I’m a distant cousin from Johnny b good

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If you Feel wound up like a ball o’twine
Do the wild thing cross the county line
Ain’t too sophisticated uptown
Slick citified
Get your shuffling shoes, deep fried and amplified

Back in my southern comfort zone
Like a hound dog with a big bone
Gather my posse ride with the gang
To the love zone between the yin and the yang
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