We were rolling down King Street a quarter to twelve

When we found a little corner to play

So we plugged in our guitars and tightened our drums

And hollered out Hey Hey Hey

When this old hillbilly with a cheek full of chaw

Rambled on over to our tip jar

He said I like what I see but it's not like I saw

Way back in old Doc's day

He said if you wanna rock listen to Doc

If you want the girls better pick like Merle

Cause them High Country blues

Still blow all the women away

So beat on the corner with your flat top box

Pick on the banjo boys don't stop

Give me old-time music Lord make it hot

Just like it was in Doc's day

Well that old hillbilly he tugged on his whiskers

And spat a little juice from his jaw

He said back in Deep Gap I'm telling you mister

We'd be rocking from dusk to dawn

Singing Mama Don't 'Low and Bottle Of Wine

Dark As A Dungeon Way Down In The Mine

If you can do like that

Boys I'll throw you a dime

Just like in old Doc's day

If you wanna rock listen to Doc

If you want the girls better pick like Merle

Cause them High Country blues

Still blow all the women away

So beat on the corner with your flat top box

Pick on the banjo boys don't stop

Give me old-time music Lord make it hot

Just like it was in Doc's day

So we sold our amps and pawned our drums

Now we're picking like a couple of native sons

And that old hillbilly he's sure buck dancing away

Lord the crowds all packed in at Cherry and King

Leaning in close to hear the banjo ring

And everybody raises their voice to sing

Just like in old Doc's day

He said if you wanna rock listen to Doc

If you want the girls better pick like Merle

Cause them High Country blues

Still blow all the women away

So beat on the corner with your flat top box

Pick on the banjo boys don't stop

Give me old-time music Lord make it hot

Just like it was in Doc's day

Give me old-time music Lord make it hot

Just like it was in Doc's day