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Shot-Gun Boogie (1996 Digital Remastered)
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Tennessee Ernie Ford
Tennessee Ernie Ford
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Cliffie Stone and His Orchestra
Cliffie Stone and His Orchestra
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Billy Liebert
Billy Liebert
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Cliffie Stone
Cliffie Stone
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Eddie Kirk
Eddie Kirk
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Harold Hensley
Harold Hensley
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Jimmy Bryant
Jimmy Bryant
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Roy Harte
Roy Harte
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Speedy West
Speedy West
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Tennessee Ernie Ford
Tennessee Ernie Ford
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Ernest J. Ford
Ernest J. Ford
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Lee Gillette
Lee Gillette
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Odea Murphy
Odea Murphy
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There it stands in the corner with the barrel so straight I looked out the winder and over the gate The big fat rabbits are jumpin' in the grass Wait 'til they hear my old shotgun blast Shotgun boogie, I done saw your track Look out Mr.Rabbit when I cock my hammer back Well, over on the ridge is a scaly bark Hickory nuts so big you can see 'em in the dark The big fat squirrels, they scratch and they fight I'll be on that ridge before daylight With a shotgun boogie, all I need is one shot Look out bushy tails, tonight you'll be in the pot Well, I met a pretty gal, she was tall and thin I asked her what she had, she said, "A fox four ten" I looked her up and down, said, "Boy, this is love" So we headed for the brush to shoot a big fat dove Shotgun boogie, boy, the feathers flew Look out Mr.Dove when she draws a bead on you I sat down on a log, took her on my lap She said wait a minute bud, you got to see my pap He's gotta sixteen gauge choked down like a rifle He don't like a man that's gonna trifle Shotgun boogie, draws a bead so fine Look out big boy, he's loaded all the time Well, I called on her pap like a gentleman oughter He said, "No brush hunter's gonna get my daughter" He cocked back the hammer right on the spot When the gun went off I outrun the shot Shotgun boogie, I wanted weddin' bells I'll be back little gal, when your pappy runs out of shells
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