TEN LONG FINGERS (Joe Poovey - Jim Shell) "GROOVEY" JOE POOVEY (DIXIE 2018, 1959) Way down in Texas in a little border town Lives a guy that plays the coolest piano around Everybody falls in about a-twelve o'clock And they know their job, and their job is to rock Riffa-raffa-riffa-raffa riffin' up the keys Poundin' ten long fingers on eighty-eight keys Just like Johnny B. Goode his name is up in lights Poundin' at the dance on a Saturday night He don't use must music, just a bass and guitar But people's comin' from near and far When he plays it makes me week in the knees Poundin' ten long fingers on eighty-eight keys Now, Mr. Jerry Lee ain't got a thing on this boy 'Cause when he plays, he really spreads joy He don't dig the music like they play in a choir He gets his kick a-singin' "Great Balls Of Fire" Kicks his stool back and he gets up on his feet Playin' rock 'n' roll music with that crazy beat No long blonde curls, he's got a longer nose The gals don't give a hick the way he shows Riffa-raffa-riffa-raffa riffin' up the keys Poundin' ten long fingers on eighty-eight keys Now, Mr. Jerry Lee ain't got a thing on this boy 'Cause when he plays, he really spreads joy He don't dig the music like they play in a choir He gets his kick a-singin' "Great Balls Of Fire" Kicks his stool back and he gets up on his feet Playin' rock 'n' roll music with that crazy beat No long blonde curls, he's got a longer nose The gals don't give a hick the way he shows Riffa-raffa-riffa-raffa riffin' up the keys Poundin' ten long fingers on eighty-eight keys |