Jerry Lee Lewis has the juice
but where has Tabasco gone
for my redeye gravy and memories
turned to shade on a stone
beneath bones of the Magnolia

Pluckin' the ol' gitfiddle of one's life
with death's obituary and a Dr. Pepper  
and leftover dreams of sad songs
now everyone is goin' away
turned to shade on a stone

But sing one more song,
Jerry Lee,
"Whole lotta shakin' goin' on."