(Lyrics: J. Harte, Music: B. Walker)
On Georgia's highway 20, way out in the country,
The boys would go to have a good time.
My grandpa used to tell me when he was just a young man,
Good lovin' wasn't easy to find, so they'd head on out to Peggy's,
Where the pretties would be standin' in line.
The place was always cookin',
While them wild eyed boys were lookin' at the shortest skirts they'd ever seen.
Hangin' on the moves of those foxy, floozy, hoochie-coos, shakin', shakin' everything.
Five bucks and you could take a change on dancin' 15 rounds in the ring.
Hidey, hidey, ho, get the boys and let's go.
In and out and round, and round at Peggy's shake a leg show.
Where the honey's are the hottest and the kisses are sweet.
Rock n roll you through the night if you can handle the heat.
Bring your money, pick a honey, let's get funky at the shake a leg show.
Let's go!
You can shake it if you want to, you can do it ‘till the morning.
At the show, look at them go.
We're gonna tap the keg, we're gonna get some leg.
I heard that Peggy's still around, livin' somewhere out of town.
Got a little house on the beach, her place has been long forgotten.
But I'm sure her memories are still sweet.
Grandpa says she might be old, but I bet she can still turn up the heat.
Oh, oh, oh, oh…..
(Chorus)
(**We laughed so hard typing these up, we thought we were gonna pass out.** LOL)Hammer drives home the third and final nail this twisted disfigurement adjoined spiritually to the cross I call home one thousand eyes do not lament when you fuse upon me for I choose this existence watch them dance their intoxicated dance the acrid stench of the tools of their trade the hate felt for those once like me who have chosen to fall from their cross exists unequaled one thousand feet incessant tattoo scarred earth sacrilege filth covers mother of all bastard child attempts matricide hang my head in misery but my eyes will not shut out the screams scars run deep reopen with a word rivers form lakes of torment for them to find sustenance in here I will stay nailed to my cross alone as I was in the beginning