We were rolling down King Street a quarter to twelve When we found a little corner to play So we plugged in our guitars and tightened our drums And hollered out, "Hey, hey, hey" When this old hillbilly with a cheek full of chaw Rambled on over to our tip jar He said I like what I see but it's not like I saw Way back in old Doc's day He said if you wanna rock, listen to Doc If you want the girls better pick like Merle Cause them High Country blues Still blow all the women away So beat on the corner with your flat top box Pick on the banjo, boys don't stop Give me old-time music, Lord make it hot Just like it was in Doc's day Well that old hillbilly he tugged on his whiskers And spat a little juice from his jaw He said back in Deep Gap I'm telling you mister We'd be rocking from dusk to dawn Singing Mama Don't 'Low and Bottle Of Wine Dark As A Dungeon Way Down In The Mine If you can do like that, boys, I'll throw you a dime Just like in old Doc's day If you wanna rock, listen to Doc If you want the girls better pick like Merle Cause them High Country blues Still blow all the women away So beat on the corner with your flat top box Pick on the banjo, boys don't stop Give me old-time music, Lord make it hot Just like it was in Doc's day So we sold our amps and pawned our drums Now we're picking like a couple of native sons And that old hillbilly he's sure buck dancing away Lord the crowd's all packed in at Cherry and King Leaning in close to hear the banjo ring And everybody raises their voice to sing Just like in old Doc's day If you wanna rock, listen to Doc If you want the girls better pick like Merle Cause them High Country blues Still blow all the women away So beat on the corner with your flat top box Pick on the banjo, boys don't stop Give me old-time music, Lord make it hot Just like it was in Doc's day Give me old-time music, Lord make it hot Just like it was in Doc's day
We were rolling down King Street a quarter to twelve When we found a little corner to play So we plugged in our guitars and tightened our drums And hollered out, "Hey, hey, hey" When this old hillbilly with a cheek full of chaw Rambled on over to our tip jar He said I like what I see but it's not like I saw Way back in old Doc's day He said if you wanna rock, listen to Doc If you want the girls better pick like Merle Cause them High Country blues Still blow all the women away So beat on the corner with your flat top box Pick on the banjo, boys don't stop Give me old-time music, Lord make it hot Just like it was in Doc's day Well that old hillbilly he tugged on his whiskers And spat a little juice from his jaw He said back in Deep Gap I'm telling you mister We'd be rocking from dusk to dawn Singing Mama Don't 'Low and Bottle Of Wine Dark As A Dungeon Way Down In The Mine If you can do like that, boys, I'll throw you a dime Just like in old Doc's day If you wanna rock, listen to Doc If you want the girls better pick like Merle Cause them High Country blues Still blow all the women away So beat on the corner with your flat top box Pick on the banjo, boys don't stop Give me old-time music, Lord make it hot Just like it was in Doc's day So we sold our amps and pawned our drums Now we're picking like a couple of native sons And that old hillbilly he's sure buck dancing away Lord the crowd's all packed in at Cherry and King Leaning in close to hear the banjo ring And everybody raises their voice to sing Just like in old Doc's day If you wanna rock, listen to Doc If you want the girls better pick like Merle Cause them High Country blues Still blow all the women away So beat on the corner with your flat top box Pick on the banjo, boys don't stop Give me old-time music, Lord make it hot Just like it was in Doc's day Give me old-time music, Lord make it hot Just like it was in Doc's day
