2:40
single, 1949
Written by Big Bill Broonzy
This is a fine example of postwar bawdy blues, in which "rocking" is a clear euphemism for, well, let's let Big Bill tell it with his genial good humor: "Me and my baby, we knows what's it all about / We start in in the hall / We don't wait until we get in the house / We love to rock at night / And we feel the same way every day." Accompanied by a bopping saxophone, piano, and drums, the song chugs along, perhaps restrained compared to similarly-themed rockabilly of a decade later, but the spirit is the same—grinning, rhythmic, and built to make you move.
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