Man, this is some roadhouse bustin’ piana ticklin’ fiddle faddlin’ saloon gristle. Every riff in this nugget has been been refried, and served up a zillion times. But imagine, as you listen, how it sounded when this was first made. Cliches only become cliches after people repeat them over and again. This would have blown the roof off any public watering hole, for sure, in its day, and that’s why it sounds so darn familiar in these modern times.