Lyrics to Good Rhythm
Good rhythm on my mind
been tied up to the wall and grind
workin' to feed my hole
till time I got to feed my soul
Gonna beat that drum till mornin' come
old Louisiana cajun gumbo
Good people all around
been waitin' till the sun go down
to get shakin' way down there
and get up out the rockin' chair
Gonna beg and fight the morning light
till I find me somethin oh just right
guitar singin', banjo moain,
blowin' on the saxophone
Till we feel that rhythm
way down in our bones
And it keeps moving all day long
Heard your mama say it's good for you
She said that rhythm's good for you
Old papa's on his toes
with mama in her backyard clothes
slip-slappin' on her knee
with the bongo on the 1, 2, 3
Gonna find me a fiddle and shake my knee
gonna get back down to Tennessee
Little boy can tap his feet
said he ain't too small to keep that beat
Ain't got a string to play
gonna find that music anyway
Go clap your hand, a one-man band
playin' trash can tambourine in tango
ain't got nothing left to prove
just give me somethin' I can move to
Till we feel that rhythm
way down in our bones
And it keeps moving all day long
Heard your mama say it's good for you
She said that the rhythm's good for you
Till we feel that rhythm
way down in our bones
And it keeps moving all day long
Heard your mama say it's good for you
She said that the rhythm's good for you
been tied up to the wall and grind
workin' to feed my hole
till time I got to feed my soul
Gonna beat that drum till mornin' come
old Louisiana cajun gumbo
Good people all around
been waitin' till the sun go down
to get shakin' way down there
and get up out the rockin' chair
Gonna beg and fight the morning light
till I find me somethin oh just right
guitar singin', banjo moain,
blowin' on the saxophone
Till we feel that rhythm
way down in our bones
And it keeps moving all day long
Heard your mama say it's good for you
She said that rhythm's good for you
Old papa's on his toes
with mama in her backyard clothes
slip-slappin' on her knee
with the bongo on the 1, 2, 3
Gonna find me a fiddle and shake my knee
gonna get back down to Tennessee
Little boy can tap his feet
said he ain't too small to keep that beat
Ain't got a string to play
gonna find that music anyway
Go clap your hand, a one-man band
playin' trash can tambourine in tango
ain't got nothing left to prove
just give me somethin' I can move to
Till we feel that rhythm
way down in our bones
And it keeps moving all day long
Heard your mama say it's good for you
She said that the rhythm's good for you
Till we feel that rhythm
way down in our bones
And it keeps moving all day long
Heard your mama say it's good for you
She said that the rhythm's good for you
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