Down the road apiece

Radeln im Früh­jahr ist wie ein Boo­gie Woo­gie: Es muss ein­fach pul­sie­ren.

Und hier noch der Text zum Mit­sin­gen (das Ori­gi­nal ist von Amos Milburn, 1945):

Now if you wan­na hear some boo­gie like I’m gon­na play
It’s just an old pia­no and a knock­out bass
The drum­mer man’s a cat they call Kic­kin‘ McCoy
I know you remem­ber that rub­ber-leg­ged boy
Mama’s coo­kin‘ chi­cken fried and bacon grea­se
Come on along boys, it’s just down the road apie­ce

Now the­re’s a place you real­ly get your kicks
It’s open every night from about twel­ve to six
And if you wan­na get some boo­gie you can get your fill
And sho­ve and sting to you like an old steam drill
Come on along you can lose your lead
Down the road, down the road, down the road apie­ce

The­re’s a place you real­ly get your kicks
It’s open every night from about twel­ve to six
Now if you wan­na hear some boo­gie you can get your fill
And sho­ve and sting to you like an old steam drill
Come on along you can lose your lead
Down the road, down the road, down the road apie­ce

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