A D A E A

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I'm slippin' into Slidell, the boys and me                             
                                     A
Take a left at the Texaco, gonna see Sweet Marie
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She plays down at Jimbeaux's Gumbo and Washtub
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In calico and barefeet in a band called the Mudbugs
F#m                             D
I been workin' up my nerve and I can hardly wait
E
Tonight when she asks for request

I'll stand up and say

[Chorus]
A
I wanna be your squeeze box
               E
Always at your fingertips

I wanna be your blues harp
                A
A little closer to your lips

Let me be your washboard
                D       
You can play me fast or slow
A                             
Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard baby
E                A
Anything you can hold

A D A E A 

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Got a bucket full of crawfish, a seat on the front row
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Just to sit this close to her, it's like a shot of tabasco
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Makin' trips to the tip jar, keep it full of dollar bills
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Tonight I'm gonna go for broke, show her just how I feel
F#m                             D
One way or another, Lord, she's gonna notice me
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If I have to jump up on that stage and get down on my knees

I'll be beggin her please
               A
Let me be your squeeze box
                E
Always at your fingertips

I wanna be your blues harp
                A
A little closer to your lips

Let me be your washboard
                D
You can play me fast or slow
A
Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard baby
E                A
Anything you can hold
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Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard, baby
E                A
Anything you can hold