The Walkin' Blues

(ralph bass/jesse powell/frances dailey; additional lyrics by eddie nichols)
Horns arranged by bill ungerman


Walk right in, walk right out
Walk right in, walk right out
Well my baby keeps on walkin'
Well i met this gal
She wanted to ride in my truck
Well she had no wheels
Wanted to ride in my truck
Man she jumped in the cab
All she wants to do is


Walk right in, she walks right out
She walks right in, walks right out
She walks right in, walks right out


Well i met this chick
She wanted to steal my bucks
She thought i was loaded
Man she needed them bucks
But one peek in my wallet
All she wants to do is


Walk right in, she walks right out
She walks right in, walks right out
She walks right in, walks right out


Well i met this gal
She loves to hucklebuck
Well, she's a real fine dancer
Loves to hucklebuck
Man we get on the floor
All she wants to do is


Walk right in, she walks right out
She walks right in, walks right out
She walks right in, walks right out
Yeah baby!


Well, if you're diggin' this number
Baby you're out of luck
And if you're likin' that guitar playing
You're out of luck
But since you like it
You must love to


Walk right in, walk right out
You walk right in, walk right out
You walk right in, walk right out
That's what this song is all about