Swing that soft moving hip shuffle my way
Sing out the simple things in highway songs
Bring me your glisten skin in rackamuffin rhythms
And ain’t no shuck and jive when you’re getting up
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I remember the corner boys and back room deals
And Singing Sally down the block breakin’ hearts
While Howie hot wheeled on the Belt Parkway singing
There ain’t no shuck and jive when you’re gettin’ up
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I remember Mikey on the mic and Frankie on the wheel
In tow truck heaven and JC’s down at the beach
Catching the biggest fish he can dream cause
There ain’t no shuck and jive when you’re getting up
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I remember Bobby’s guitar a part of him
Followed by a booze drenched southern day
And the bullet self fired that ended him
…Ain’t no shuck and jive when you can’t get up
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And I’m thankin’ God for Michael, Leona and Dad
For the days my legs lifted me to then and now
‘Cause when you facing life’s end you know
There ain’t no shuck and jive in getting up
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