Rockabilly Music
It was murder
But we got there
Minutes after midnight
Bouncer was a linebacker
Guardin' the door
I said to my drummer
Boogie, don't get nervous
Just get that rhythm goin’ boy
Gotta get them people on the floor
A shadow crossed my windows
Early in the morning
Took me like a prisoner
Fighting in the war
I turned to my wife, Val, my angel
Heaven's in your arms
We're in the hands of the Lord
Rockabilly music
Ain’t nothin’ to it
It’s just a hopped-up country song
Casey Jones rollin' into Jackson, Tennessee
Where I call home
A rich man’s a pauper
In The First Bank of Heaven
I knock on wood for five years
Under the sword
But you keep on pickin’
Rockin’ for a livin’
Heaven's in your arms
I'm in the hands of the Lord
Rockabilly music
Ain’t nothin’ to it
It’s just a hopped-up country song
Rhythm from the delta
Of the muddy Mississippi
In my mouth
I got a new pair of wingtips
Cost me $200
A fresh set of strings
On my Fender guitar
I’m lookin’ at a sunrise
In a cloudless sky
A songbird’s singing
Searching for the Mornin' star
Searching for the mornin' star
Searching for the mornin' star