Ain’t No Shuck and Jive

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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