Boppin' The Blues:Carl Perkins.
Recorded at Sun Records in 1956.

CHORUS:
A
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues,
                 A7
it must be goin' round.
D
All them cats are boppin' the blues, 
   A
it must be goin' round.
E                                      A    E
I love you, baby, I must be rhythm bound.

#1.
A
Well, the doctor told me, Carl, you don't need no pills.
           D                                      A
Yeah, that doctor told me, boy, you don't need no pills.
       E                                               A   E
Just a handful of nickels and a jukebox will cure your ills.

CHORUS:
A
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues,
                 A7
it must be goin' round.
D
All them cats are boppin' the blues, 
   A
it must be goin' round.
E                                      A    E
I love you, baby, I must be rhythm bound.

#2.
A                                                   A7
Well, the old cat bug, bit me, man, I don't feel no pain.
           D                                         A
Yeah, that jitterbug caught me, man, I don't feel no pain.
  E                                          A    E
I still love you baby, but I'll never be the same.

CHORUS:
A
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues,
                 A7
it must be goin' round.
D
All them friends are boppin' the blues, 
   A
it must be goin' round.
E                                      A    E
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound.

BREAK: (5th fr. A A7 A A7 A A7  D A E D A E )

CHORUS:
A
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues,
                 A7
it must be goin' round.
D
All them cats are boppin' the blues, 
   A
it must be goin' round.
E                                      A    E
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound.

#3.
A                                                        A7
Well, grandpa done got rhythm , and he threw his crutches down.
        D
Oh, the old boy done got rhythm and blues and he threw 
A
them crutches down.
E                                                     A
Grandma, he ain't triflin', well the old boy's rhythm bound.

CHORUS:
A
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues,
                 A7
it must be goin' round.
D
All them cats are boppin' the blues, 
   A
it must be goin' round.
E                                      A    E
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound.

OUTRO:
  A                              A7
A rock bop, rhythm and blues...A rock bop, rhythm and blues.
  D                               A
A rock rock, rhythm and blues...A rock rock, rhythm and blues.
E                    D             A
Rhythm and blues, it must be goin' round.(Fade.)


A fifties smash from Kraziekhat.