Little Rachel

You don’t need no high I.Q.
To get right down and sing the blues.
If you’re down, here’s what to do;
Me and my guitar will sing for you.

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Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.

I got a box and an old whisk broom.
We gonna rock around the room.
When my guitar plays this tune,
We gonna dance to the light of the moon.

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What you feel, that ain’t no jive.
The get down sound makes you feel alive.

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Push it, little Rachel, push it.
Push it, little Rachel, push it.

Pull it, little Rachel, pull it.
Pull it, little Rachel, pull it.