BALLIN' KEEN
 

Now down in the state of Tennessee,
there's a real cool cat called "Ballin' Keen".
He likes to rock an' he likes to roll,
he's got rockin' in his soul.

Well last Saturday night about twelve o'clock
down on the corner they's startin' to rock.
Ballin' Keen was havin' a ball,
swingin' 'em short an' swingin' em tall.

Then Bulldog Johnny come strollin' in,
six feet six an' he ain't no friend.
Kicked off a shoe an' he knocked out a light,
he said "move out cat's there's gonna be a fight."

(guitar break)

Well Bulldog Johnny sorta cased the place,
'n he looked old Ball right square in the face.
Ballin' Keen was a-holdin' ground,
he said "me or you one is leavin' town."

Then the lights went out and they had a fight,
everybody wondered what happened that night.
Nobody saw what was goin' on,
when the lights come on Bulldog was gone.

Now down in the state of Tennessee,
that's the strangest nation that you ever did see.
Nobody' needs to mess, 'cause nobody seen,
know myself, I'm Ballin' Keen.
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