Boppin' The Blues 
Composer(s): Howard Griffin; Carl Perkins
Performer(s): Carl Perkins



Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
All my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound

Well, the doctor told me, Carl you need no pills
Yes, the doctor told me, boy, you don't need no pills
Just a handful of nickels, the juke box will curve your ills

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

Well, grand-pa done got rhythm and he threw his crutches down
Oh the old boy done got rhythm and blues and he threw that crutches down 
Crand-ma, he ain't triflin', well the old boy's rhythm bound

Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
All my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound

A rop dop, rhythm and blues
A rop dop, rhythm and blues
A rock rock, rhythm and blues
A rock rock, rhythm and blues
Rhythm and blues, itn must be goin' round