Shake - Chuck Mead

Now someone told Loretta

To try to take it with her

So she brought it in a makeup kit

Everything she had

Was in that blue bag

And she was gettin' pretty tired of it

She started naming names

Of people who pay

Tribute to her high-hat ways

Trumpets used to sound

Everywhere around

Loretta in the good ol' days

But it’s all gone

There ain’t nothing left to take

Picking off of bones

It’s time to go home

Don’t let that screen door hit you, baby, shake

Jimmy had it early

He didn’t think he’d really need it

So he stowed it away

He took up with a carney

Who was just up off the farm

She broke him down with her feminine ways

Just about the time

He laid it on the line

She left him on the highway-side

Jimmy took his crown

And crushed it to the ground

He knew he’d have to pay for that ride

But it’s all gone

There ain’t nothing left to take

Picking off of bones

It’s time to go home

Don’t let that screen door hit you, baby, shake

But it’s all gone

There ain’t nothing left to take

Picking off of bones

It’s time to go home

Don’t let that screen door hit you, baby, shake

Don’t let that screen door hit you, baby, shake

Don’t let that screen door hit you, baby, shake