Twang '56

I was born my father's son,
I was raised into his ache,
I was stranded all alone,
Without a friend to make,
I remember how the music played as it was blasting through my ford,
I remember how my soul was eased when his keys hit the chords,

If I could be forgiven, for my casanova ways,
And the sounds of Spector moving closer as my baby sways,

But the radios gone, and I'm slipping away,
All these deadline stations make you blue without a song to sing,
I walk so tall, and I ain't so young anymore,
So much like a man I have to say,
Write these words and turn the page,
Shake it up

I heard these lines so many times,
About all your regrets,
How you think of me, how things would be
If only you could forget,
If I could go back girl I swear I wouldn't change a thing,
And you can spend all your hours all alone wishing on death thinking of me,

If I could be forgiven, for my casanova ways,
And the sounds of Spector moving closer as my baby sways,

But the radios gone, and I'm slipping away,
All these deadline stations make you blue without a song to sing,
I walk so tall, and I ain't so young anymore,
So much like a man I have to say,
Write these words and turn the page,
Shake it up..

Well the radios gone, and I'm slipping away,
All these deadline stations make you blue without a song to sing,
I walk so tall, and I ain't so young anymore,
So much like a man I have to say,
Write these words and turn the page,

Shake it up,
Yeah shake it up,
Yeah, shake it up,

(Outro)