Squeeze Box Lyrics - Mark Wills

I'm slippin' into Slidell, the boys and me 

Take a left at the Texaco, gonna see Sweet Marie 

She plays down at Jimbeaux's Gumbo and Washtub 

In calico and barefeet 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 want to be your squeeze box 

Always at your fingertips 

I want to 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 crawfish, 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, 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 want to 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