Låttexter
C'mon over to the shack
Place beside the railway track
You can see its smoking stack
When the blues come, jump the jive
When you're down and you ain't got jack
When you're feeling out of whack
It's the place that'll pull you back
When the blues come, jump the jive
We could dance together
Every Saturday night
Like birds of feather
Nestle up close, I won't bite
You won't need a ticket
Nothing fancy to wear
Just crawl through the thicket, honey
Call my name, I'll be there
You won't need no uppers, no
Take it from a man who knows
You'll feel high, head to toe
When the blues come, jump the jive
C'mon over to the shack
A place beside the railway track
You can see its smoking stack
When the blues come, jump the jive