Lyrics Mark Wills – Squeeze Box

I’m slippin’ into Slidell, the boys and me
Take a left at the Texaco, gonna see Sweet Marie
She plays down at Jimbeaux’s Gumbo and Washtub
In calico and barefeet in a band called the Mudbugs

Chorus:
I wanna be your squeeze box
Always at your fingertips
I wanna be your blues harp
A little closer to your lips
Let me be your washboard
You can play me fast or slow
Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard baby
Anything you can hold

Instrumental

Got a bucket full of crawfish, a seat on the front row
Just to sit this close to her, it’s like a shot of tabasco
Makin’ trips to the tip jar, keep it full of dollar bills
Tonight I’m gonna go for broke, show her just how I feel
One way or another, Lord, she’s gonna notice me
If I have to jump up on that stage
and get down on my knees
I’ll be beggin’ her please…

Chorus:
Let me be your squeeze box
Always at your fingertips
I wanna be your blues harp
A little closer to your lips

Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard, baby
Anything you can hold…