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Your Hit Parade: The Early '50s
01. Chattanooga Shoe Shine Boy
02. The Blacksmith Blues
03. Rose, Rose, I Love You
04. So Long (It's Been Good to Know Yuh)
05. 'The Third Man' Theme
06. The World Is Waiting for the Sunrise
07. Orange Colored Sky
08. Walkin' My Baby Back Home
09. Sam's Song (The Happy Tune)
10. Would I Love You (Love You, Love You)
11. Trying
12. Thinking of You
13. The Syncopated Clock
14. The Shot Gun Boogie
15. Sweet Violets
16. The Old Master Painter
17. Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me
18. Daddy's Little Girl
19. Too Old to Cut the Mustard
20. The Roving Kind
21. You're Just In Love
22. Whispering
23. Sparrow in the Tree Top
24. Can Anyone Explain? (No, No, No!)
There it stands in the corner with the barrel so straight
I looked out the winder and over the gate
The big fat rabbits are jumpin' in the grass
Wait 'til they hear my old shotgun blast

Shotgun boogie, I done saw your track
Look out Mr.Rabbit when I cock my hammer back

Well, over on the ridge is a scaly bark
Hickory nuts so big you can see 'em in the dark
The big fat squirrels, they scratch and they fight
I'll be on that ridge before daylight

With a shotgun boogie, all I need is one shot
Look out bushy tails, tonight you'll be in the pot

Well, I met a pretty gal, she was tall and thin
I asked her what she had, she said, "A fox four ten"
I looked her up and down, said, "Boy, this is love"
So we headed for the brush to shoot a big fat dove

Shotgun boogie, boy, the feathers flew
Look out Mr.Dove when she draws a bead on you

I sat down on a log, took her on my lap
She said wait a minute bud, you got to see my pap
He's gotta sixteen gauge choked down like a rifle
He don't like a man that's gonna trifle

Shotgun boogie, draws a bead so fine
Look out big boy, he's loaded all the time

Well, I called on her pap like a gentleman oughter
He said, "No brush hunter's gonna get my daughter"
He cocked back the hammer right on the spot
When the gun went off I outrun the shot

Shotgun boogie, I wanted weddin' bells
I'll be back little gal, when your pappy runs out of shells