(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)