Testo Shake - Chuck Mead

Shake

Now someone told Loretta
To try to take it with her
So she brought it in a makeup kit
Everything she had
Was in that blue bag
And she was gettin' pretty tired of it
She started naming names
Of people who pay
Tribute to her high-hat ways
Trumpets used to sound
Everywhere around
Loretta in the good ol' days
But it’s all gone
There ain’t nothing left to take
Picking off of bones
It’s time to go home
Don’t let that screen door hit you, baby, shake
Jimmy had it early
He didn’t think he’d really need it
So he stowed it away
He took up with a carney
Who was just up off the farm
She broke him down with her feminine ways
Just about the time
He laid it on the line
She left him on the highway-side
Jimmy took his crown
And crushed it to the ground
He knew he’d have to pay for that ride
But it’s all gone
There ain’t nothing left to take
Picking off of bones
It’s time to go home
Don’t let that screen door hit you, baby, shake
But it’s all gone
There ain’t nothing left to take
Picking off of bones
It’s time to go home
Don’t let that screen door hit you, baby, shake
Don’t let that screen door hit you, baby, shake
Don’t let that screen door hit you, baby, shake