The Walkin' Blues

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 Huckle-buck

Well, she's a real fine dancer

Loves to Huckle-buck

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