E
A/E
E
A/E
E
A/E
B
E
A/E
E
A/E
E
A/E
B
B
I could
E
really get off being in your shoes
I used to
E
be stone sold on rhythm and blues
A
A
heard of a place at the back of town
Where you
E
really kick the shit when the sun goes down
I
E
really got buzzed when your sister said
E
”Throw away them records `cause the blues is dead
L
A
et me take you honey where the scene’s on fire”
And
B
tonight I learned for certain that the
A
blues
E
expired
Oh your s
B
ister can’t twist but she can rock and roll
E
She out bucks the broncos in the rodeo-do
B
She’s only sixteen but it’s plain to see
E
She can pull the wool over little old me
Your
A
sister can’t twist but she can rock and roll
Your
B
sister can’t twist but she got more soul than me
Somebody help me `cause the bug bit me
Now I’m in heaven with the aching feet
But I’ll be back tonight where the music plays
And your sister rocks all my blues away
I really got buzzed when your sister said
“Throw away them records `cause the blues is dead
Let me take you honey where the scene’s on fire”
And tonight I learned for certain that the blues expired
