Tootie Frootie Man
Upright, hard-picked bluegrass banjo front and center, rich baritone male vocals with a grin in the tone, Stomping kick and hand-slaps on a wooden board, fiddle answering the vocal lines, Verses stay tight and percussive, chorus opens with big gang harmonies and held notes, Short breakdown with banjo rolls and fiddle fills before the final hook, vocal, strong, rich
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[Verse 1] Met her down at the county fair Straw in her hair Sugar in the air She said “Boy You can hold my hand If you can dance to the jug band” [Chorus] She called me her tootie frootie man Spun me ‘round ‘til I barely could stand Laughin’ with a cotton-candy grin Tootie frootie man Yeah She let me in [Verse 2] Boots in the dust Sun goin’ low Her dress twirled fast Time turned slow She stole my hat Ran through the crowd I chased that smile She laughed out loud [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Years roll by like a river bend Still taste that night when the music never ends Every sweet memory Sticky on my hands I’m still her fool Still her tootie frootie man [Chorus]
