I'm slippin' into Slidell, the boys and me   Take a left at the Texaco, gonna see Sweet Marie   She plays down at Jim beaux's Gumbo and Washtub   In calico and bare feet in a band called the Mudbugs      I been workin' up my never and I can hardly   Tonight when she asks for request   I'll stand up and say      I wanna be your squeeze box   Always at your fingertips   I wanna be your blues harp   A little closer to your lips      Let me be your washboard   You can play me fast or slow   Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard   Baby, anything you can hold      Got a bucket full of craw fish, a seat on the front row   Just to sit this close to her, it's like a shot of Tabasco   Makin' trips to the tip jar, to keep it full of dollar bills   Tonight I'm gonna go for broke, show her just how I feel      One way or another, Lord, she's gonna notice me   If I have to jump up on that stage   And get down on my knees   I'll be beggin' her please      Let me be your squeeze box   Always at your fingertips   I wanna be your blues harp   A little closer to your lips      Let me be your washboard   You can play me fast or slow   Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard   Baby, anything you can hold      Squeeze box, blues harp, washboard   Baby, anything you can hold   Yeah