(Lyrics: J. Harte, Music: B. Walker) 
On Georgia`s highway 20, way out in the country, 
The boys would go to have a good time. 
My grandpa used to tell me when he was just a young man, 
Good lovin` wasn`t easy to find, so they`d head on out to Peggy`s, 
Where the pretties would be standin` in line. 
The place was always cookin`, 
While them wild eyed boys were lookin` at the shortest skirts they`d ever seen. 
Hangin` on the moves of those foxy, floozy, hoochie-coos, shakin`, shakin` everything. 
Five bucks and you could take a change on dancin` 15 rounds in the ring. 
Hidey, hidey, ho, get the boys and let`s go. 
In and out and round, and round at Peggy`s shake a leg show. 
Where the honey`s are the hottest and the kisses are sweet. 
Rock n roll you through the night if you can handle the heat. 
Bring your money, pick a honey, let`s get funky at the shake a leg show. 
Let`s go! 
You can shake it if you want to, you can do it �till the morning. 
At the show, look at them go. 
We`re gonna tap the keg, we`re gonna get some leg. 
I heard that Peggy`s still around, livin` somewhere out of town. 
Got a little house on the beach, her place has been long forgotten. 
But I`m sure her memories are still sweet. 
Grandpa says she might be old, but I bet she can still turn up the heat. 
Oh, oh, oh, oh….. 
(Chorus) 
(**We laughed so hard typing these up, we thought we were gonna pass out.** LOL)