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Dixie Fried:Carl Perkins. Sun Records -1956. #1.
AWell, on the outskirts of town, there's a little night spot. Dan dropped in about five o'clock.
Pulled off his coat, said, The night is short. He reached in his pocket and he flashed a quart. CHORUS:
He hollered, DRave on, children, I'm with you! ARave on, cats, he cried. It's Dalmost dawn, the cops are gone. ELet's all get Dixie Afried.
#2.
AWell, Dan got happy and he started raving. He pulled out a razor, but he wasn't shaving.
And all the cats knew to jump and hop, Cause he was born and raised in a butcher shop. CHORUS:
He hollered, DRave on, children, I'm with you! ARave on, cats, he cried. It's Dalmost dawn, the cops are gone. ELet's all get Dixie Afried.
#3.
AWell, the cops heard Dan when he started to shout. They all ran in to see what it was about.
And I heard him holler as they led him away. He turned his head, and this is what he had to say. CHORUS:
He hollered, DRave on, children, I'm with you! ARave on, cats, he cried. It's Dalmost dawn, the cops are gone. ELet's all get Dixie Afried.
#4.
ANow, Dan was the bravest man that we ever saw. He let us all know he wasn't scared of the law.
Thru the black cross-bars he tossed a note.. He said, It ain't my fault, hon, that I'm in here. CHORUS:
He hollered, DRave on, children, I'm with you! ARave on, cats, he cried. It's Dalmost dawn, and the cops ain't gone. EAnd I been Dixie Afried.
A fifties smash from Kraziekhat.