Sexy and Groovy

Sexy but tasteful, playful Southern acoustic country-funk blues groove, mature husky solo male baritone, ONLY one old Martin SIX-STRING steel acoustic guitar with syncopated palm-muted rhythm, muted string scratches and thumb-picked bass notes performed ON THAT GUITAR, plus one bluesy Seagull harmonica doing low bends and flirtatious answers, 96 BPM 4/4 laid-back pocket, warm candlelit front-porch mood, sophisticated Western swing chord colors, raw intimate live solo performance, No other instruments, no other singers, Exact unchanged Bubba Patrick master chord phrase: A6–C#dim7–D9–D#dim7–A/E–F#7–B9–E13–A6, ‑drums, ‑percussion, ‑claps, ‑foot stomps, ‑bass guitar, ‑upright bass, ‑electric guitar, ‑banjo, ‑fiddle, ‑mandolin, ‑piano, ‑keyboard, ‑organ, ‑strings, ‑synth, ‑saxophone, ‑brass, ‑background singers, ‑choir, ‑harmonies, ‑duet, ‑female vocals, ‑second guitar, ‑full band

[Spoken intro — muted six-string guitar]
Now, I'm not talking about fancy.
I'm talking about that little spark you don't have to explain.
You know the one.

[Verse 1]
House got quiet about a quarter past nine,
Porch swing keeping its own sweet time.
Moon laid silver on your shoulder,
Told that summer air to move a little slower.
You gave me a smile from across the rail,
Like you had a good story you were ready to tell.
I played two notes and you started to sway,
And that old porch found a brand-new way.

[Harmonica — low bluesy answer]

[Chorus — syncopated guitar groove]
Sexy and groovy, nothing to prove,
Six strings whisper and the whole porch moves.
A little slow dancing, a little moonlight shine,
You take your sweet time, I'll take mine.
No fancy dance floor, no bright city lights,
Just a good old rhythm and a real good night.
Sexy and groovy, easy as can be,
A little bit of magic between you and me.

[Verse 2]
Coffee went cold but we didn't care,
The night felt warmer with you sitting there.
I tried a fancy move, nearly lost my feet,
You laughed so hard you fell right into the beat.
Said, "You ain't no dancer," I said, "Maybe not,
But I know a good thing when I see what I got."
So I played that chord with a crooked little grin,
And you said, "Don't stop—play that one again."

[Chorus]
Sexy and groovy, nothing to prove,
Six strings whisper and the whole porch moves.
A little slow dancing, a little moonlight shine,
You take your sweet time, I'll take mine.
No fancy dance floor, no bright city lights,
Just a good old rhythm and a real good night.
Sexy and groovy, easy as can be,
A little bit of magic between you and me.

[Harmonica solo — slow, playful bends; guitar keeps the groove]

[Bridge — soft and close]
I don't need a pickup line,
Don't need to hurry up the night.
When somebody feels like home,
Even silence sounds just right.
If the world keeps spinning faster,
Let it spin on down the road.
We got all the time we need
For this little porch-side soul.

[Final chorus — smile in the voice]
Sexy and groovy, nothing to prove,
Six strings whisper and the whole porch moves.
A little slow dancing, a little moonlight shine,
You take your sweet time, I'll take mine.
No fancy dance floor, no bright city lights,
Just a good old rhythm and a real good night.
Sexy and groovy, easy as can be,
A little bit of magic between you and me.

[Spoken outro — harmonica trails off]
Well, I still can't dance.
But I can keep that guitar going.
And all is well.

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[Spoken intro — muted six-string guitar] Now, I'm not talking about fancy. I'm talking about that little spark you don't have to explain. You know the one. [Verse 1] House got quiet about a quarter past nine, Porch swing keeping its own sweet time. Moon laid silver on your shoulder, Told that summer air to move a little slower. You gave me a smile from across the rail, Like you had a good story you were ready to tell. I played two notes and you started to sway, And that old porch found a brand-new way. [Harmonica — low bluesy answer] [Chorus — syncopated guitar groove] Sexy and groovy, nothing to prove, Six strings whisper and the whole porch moves. A little slow dancing, a little moonlight shine, You take your sweet time, I'll take mine. No fancy dance floor, no bright city lights, Just a good old rhythm and a real good night. Sexy and groovy, easy as can be, A little bit of magic between you and me. [Verse 2] Coffee went cold but we didn't care, The night felt warmer with you sitting there. I tried a fancy move, nearly lost my feet, You laughed so hard you fell right into the beat. Said, "You ain't no dancer," I said, "Maybe not, But I know a good thing when I see what I got." So I played that chord with a crooked little grin, And you said, "Don't stop—play that one again." [Chorus] Sexy and groovy, nothing to prove, Six strings whisper and the whole porch moves. A little slow dancing, a little moonlight shine, You take your sweet time, I'll take mine. No fancy dance floor, no bright city lights, Just a good old rhythm and a real good night. Sexy and groovy, easy as can be, A little bit of magic between you and me. [Harmonica solo — slow, playful bends; guitar keeps the groove] [Bridge — soft and close] I don't need a pickup line, Don't need to hurry up the night. When somebody feels like home, Even silence sounds just right. If the world keeps spinning faster, Let it spin on down the road. We got all the time we need For this little porch-side soul. [Final chorus — smile in the voice] Sexy and groovy, nothing to prove, Six strings whisper and the whole porch moves. A little slow dancing, a little moonlight shine, You take your sweet time, I'll take mine. No fancy dance floor, no bright city lights, Just a good old rhythm and a real good night. Sexy and groovy, easy as can be, A little bit of magic between you and me. [Spoken outro — harmonica trails off] Well, I still can't dance. But I can keep that guitar going. And all is well.

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