Fan It Songtext
von Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys

All together here boys
Yes sir, we all point downtown now, yeah
We gon′ look fanning, but tell us all about it, Johnnie

If the sun's too hot, cool it if you can
You better go out and get yourself a five cent fan
And fan it (I told you so) fan it (yeah) if you fan it and cool it
Honey then you can′t go wrong

That's right
All out Strickler
Fan or no fan that boy is gon' wrong
Even ol′ can of pounder, yeah, ha

Just met myself a new gal and her name is Sue
She says, "To make me love you, honey, tell you what to do"
You got to fan it (what I say) fan it (uh-huh) if you fan it and cool it
Honey then you can′t go wrong (aw)

Oh, Leon
Yes sir, you better go to town get you a ceilin' fan boy that′s what you need


Momma's in the kitchen I heard that back door slam
Come outta that kitchen honey quit scorching that ham
And let′s fan it, fan it if you fan it and cool it
Honey then you can't go wrong

Ooh, Lord

Ooh, Jessie
Oh, that′s fannin' it, that's fannin′ it, I said it, yeah

Papa′s got the watch momma's got the chain
Sister′s got her arm full of shaking that thang
Oh, fan it, fan it if you fan it and cool it (oh, yeah)
Honey then you can't go wrong

Oh-haw

No Ray, you misunderstood me boy, I didn′t so go to the hardwood store
No sir
I said go down to the 5-cent store get yourself a fan
Not a broom, what're you talking about here Johnnie

Got six months in jail my back′s turned to the wall
Fanning that thang wasn't costing me at all
Oh, fan it (oh, do it now) fan it if you fan it and cool it
Honey then you can't go wrong