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D EbThe warden threw a party in the county jail
D EbThe prison band was there and they began to wail
D EbThe band was jumping and the joint began to swing
D EbYou should’ve heard those knocked out jailbirds sing
Let’s Abrock, everybody, Eblet’s rock
Bb7Everybody in the whole cell block
EbWas dancing to the jailhouse rock
D EbSpider Murphy played the tenor saxophone
D EbLittle Joe was blowing on the slide trombone
D EbThe drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang
D EbThe whole rhythm section was the purple gang
D EbNumber forty-seven said to number three
D EbYou the cutest jailbird I ever did see
D EbI sure would be delighted with your company
D EbCome on and do the jailhouse rock with me
D EbSad sack was sitting on a block of stone
D EbWay over in the corner weeping all alone
D EbThe warden said, hey buddy, don’t you be no square
D EbIf you can’t find a partner use a wooden chair
D EbShifty Henry said to Bugs, for heaven’s sake
D EbNo one’s looking, now’s our chance to make a break
D EbBugsy turned to Shifty and he said, nix nix
D EbI want to stick around a while and get my kicks
EbDancing to the jailhouse rock 7x
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