The Walkin' Blues

Walk right in, walk right out Walk right in, walk right out Well, my baby keeps on walkin' Well, I met this gal She wanted to ride in my truck Well, she had no wheels Wanted to ride in my truck Man, she jumped in the cab All she wants to do is... Walk right in; she walks right out She walks right in, walks right out She walks right in, walks right out Well, I met this chick She wanted to steal my bucks She thought I was loaded Man, she needed them bucks But one peek in my wallet All she wants to do is... Walk right in; she walks right out She walks right in, walks right out She walks right in, walks right out Well, I met this gal She loves to Huckle-buck Well, she's a real fine dancer Loves to Huckle-buck Man, we get on the floor All she wants to do is... Walk right in; she walks right out She walks right in, walks right out She walks right in, walks right out Yeah, baby! Well, if you're diggin' this number Baby, you're out of luck And if you're likin' that guitar playing You're out of luck But since you like it You must love to... Walk right in, walk right out You walk right in, walk right out You walk right in, walk right out That's what this song is all about