Boppin The Blues

	  		
A 
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues, 
                 A7 
it must be goin' round. 
D 
All them cats are boppin' the blues,  
   A 
it must be goin' round. 
E                                      A    E 
I love you, baby, I must be rhythm bound. 


A 
Well, the doctor told me, Carl, you don't need no pills. 
           D                                      A 
Yeah, that doctor told me, boy, you don't need no pills. 
       E                                               A   E 
Just a handful of nickels and a jukebox will cure your ills. 


A 
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues, 
                 A7 
it must be goin' round. 
D 
All them cats are boppin' the blues,  
   A 
it must be goin' round. 
E                                      A    E 
I love you, baby, I must be rhythm bound. 


A                                                   A7 
Well, the old cat bug, bit me, man, I don't feel no pain. 
           D                                         A 
Yeah, that jitterbug caught me, man, I don't feel no pain. 
  E                                          A    E 
I still love you baby, but I'll never be the same. 


A 
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues, 
                 A7 
it must be goin' round. 
D 
All them friends are boppin' the blues,  
   A 
it must be goin' round. 
E                                      A    E 
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound. 

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A 
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues, 
                 A7 
it must be goin' round. 
D 
All them cats are boppin' the blues,  
   A 
it must be goin' round. 
E                                      A    E 
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound. 


A                                                        A7 
Well, grandpa done got rhythm, and he threw his crutches down. 
        D 
Oh, the old boy done got rhythm and blues and he threw  
A 
them crutches down. 
E                                                     A 
Grandma, he ain't triflin', well the old boy's rhythm bound. 


A 
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues, 
                 A7 
it must be goin' round. 
D 
All them cats are boppin' the blues,  
   A 
it must be goin' round. 
E                                      A    E 
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound. 


  A                              A7 
A rock bop, rhythm and blues...A rock bop, rhythm and blues. 
  D                               A 
A rock rock, rhythm and blues...A rock rock, rhythm and blues. 
E                    D             A 
Rhythm and blues, it must be goin'