@JPB,
Welcome back, Miss Squirrel. Missed you here. Believe it or not, I used to stand by my mom's Kimball upright piano when I was a wee thing and listen to my older sister play boogie woogie.
Love that one by Gene Taylor, and we'll dedicate it to Ursula and her Swede. Actually, that genre of music was the fore-runner to jazz.
Here's what she used to play all the time. I thought it was A to the bar.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7pcOQoLqBM
Partial lyrics, folks.
Well, there's a little
Honky tonky village in Texas
Where's a guy who plays
The best piano by far
He can play piano
Any way you like it
But the way he plays it best
Is eight to the bar
When he jams, it's a ball
He's the daddy of them all
The people gather round
When he gets on the stand
And when he plays
He gets a hand
The rhythm he plays
Puts the cats in a trance
Nobody there bothers to dance
And when they jam
With the bass and guitar
They holler, oh, beat me, Daddy
Eight to the bar