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INDIAN JOE
(Ky. Curly - Art Adams)

Oh, Indian Joe come to town one day
Standing on the corner heard the jukebox play
The jukebox playing with hard down beat
The rhythm started moving in old Joe's feet
Indian Joe, rock 'em and a-roll 'em
Indian Joe, rock 'em and a-roll 'em
Layed down his tomahawk and layed down his knife
He's gonna rock 'n' roll for the rest of his life

He called his squaw about eight o'clock
Said paint 'em up many, it's time to rock
A heap big dance called boppin' the blues
I'm goin' to Wild Bill's in my blue suede shoes

Indian Joe, rock 'em and a-roll 'em
Indian Joe, rock 'em and a-roll 'em
Layed down his tomahawk and layed down his knife
He's gonna rock 'n' roll for the rest of his life

Indian Joe, rock 'em and a-roll 'em
Indian Joe, rock 'em and a-roll 'em
Layed down his tomahawk and layed down his knife
He's gonna rock 'n' roll for the rest of his life
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