FLAT FEET (Masters) SAMMY MASTERS (FOUR STAR 1697, 1956) Hey flat feet! [Chorus] I got flat feet, I just can't rock I got flat feet, I just can't roll I got flat feet, I can't rock 'n' roll To save my doggone soul Yesterday morning I was feelin' kinda blue So I beat it down town and bought some two-tone shoes I started steppin' high like those uptown cats But I couldn't catch a girl, because my feet's too flat I got flat feet, I just can't rock I got flat feet, I just can't roll I got flat feet, I can't rock 'n' roll To save my doggone soul I saved all my money, I bought myself a car A second handed Thunderbird from a movie star I got a lotta this, I got a lotta that But I can't catch a girl, because my feet's too flat I got flat feet, I just can't rock I got flat feet, I just can't roll I got flat feet, I can't rock 'n' roll To save my doggone soul I went to the malt-shop, I grabbed myself a stool A hittin' off a little chick a-playin' it cool I dropped a nickel in, I played a cool of my Fats But I couldn't do a step, because my feet's too flat I got flat feet, I just can't rock I got flat feet, I just can't roll I got flat feet, I can't rock 'n' roll To save my doggone soul I thought if I took lessons, I'd have a fair chance So I beat it down to Murray's just to learn how to dance I didn't learn a thing, in fact I caught the blues Because somebody trumped upon my two-tone shoes I got flat feet, I just can't rock I got flat feet, I just can't roll I got flat feet, I can't rock 'n' roll To save my doggone soul To save my doggone soul To save my doggone soul To save my doggone soul
Amazing Jimmy Bryant on guitar. Truly a genius.
One hell of a good song!
Capital Radio late 70's and early 80's - Roger Scott show produced by James Hamilton - R I P both :-(
Ace track
very good song
FLAT FEET
(Masters)
SAMMY MASTERS (FOUR STAR 1697, 1956)
Hey flat feet!
[Chorus]
I got flat feet, I just can't rock
I got flat feet, I just can't roll
I got flat feet, I can't rock 'n' roll
To save my doggone soul
Yesterday morning I was feelin' kinda blue
So I beat it down town and bought some two-tone shoes
I started steppin' high like those uptown cats
But I couldn't catch a girl, because my feet's too flat
I got flat feet, I just can't rock
I got flat feet, I just can't roll
I got flat feet, I can't rock 'n' roll
To save my doggone soul
I saved all my money, I bought myself a car
A second handed Thunderbird from a movie star
I got a lotta this, I got a lotta that
But I can't catch a girl, because my feet's too flat
I got flat feet, I just can't rock
I got flat feet, I just can't roll
I got flat feet, I can't rock 'n' roll
To save my doggone soul
I went to the malt-shop, I grabbed myself a stool
A hittin' off a little chick a-playin' it cool
I dropped a nickel in, I played a cool of my Fats
But I couldn't do a step, because my feet's too flat
I got flat feet, I just can't rock
I got flat feet, I just can't roll
I got flat feet, I can't rock 'n' roll
To save my doggone soul
I thought if I took lessons, I'd have a fair chance
So I beat it down to Murray's just to learn how to dance
I didn't learn a thing, in fact I caught the blues
Because somebody trumped upon my two-tone shoes
I got flat feet, I just can't rock
I got flat feet, I just can't roll
I got flat feet, I can't rock 'n' roll
To save my doggone soul
To save my doggone soul
To save my doggone soul
To save my doggone soul
GALERA GREIOSA!!!