Squeeze Box

I'm slippin' into Slidell, the boys and me

Take a left at the Texaco, gonna see Sweet Marie

She plays down at Jimbeaux's Gumbo and Washtub

In calico and bare feet in a band called the Mud bugs

I been workin' up my nerve and I can hardly wait

Tonight when she asks for request

I'll stand up and say

I wanna be your squeeze box

Always at your fingertips

I wanna be your blues harp

A little closer to your lips

Let me be your washboard

You can play me fast or slow

Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard baby

Anything you can hold

Got a bucket full of crawfish, a seat on the front row

Just to sit this close to her, it's like a shot of Tabasco

Makin' trips to the tip jar, keep it full of dollar bills

Tonight, I'm gonna go for broke, show her just how I feel

One way or another, Lord, she's gonna notice me

If I have to jump up on that stage

Get down on my knees

I'll be beggin' her please

Let me be your squeeze box

Always at your fingertips

I wanna be your blues harp

A little closer to your lips

Let me be your washboard

You can play me fast or slow

Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard baby

Anything you can hold

Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard, baby

Anything you can hold (yeah, woo)