Chuck Berry - 20Th Century Masters: The Millennium Collection: Best Of Chuck Berry [compilation] (2004) by Chuck Berry (보컬) on maniadb.com

Maybellene, why can't you be true,oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true,you've started back doin' the things you used to do.As I was motivatin' over the hill,I saw Maybellene in a Coup de Ville,A Cadillac a-rollin' on an open road,Nothin' will outrun my V-8 Ford,The Cadillac doin' about Ninety Five,She's bumper to bumper, rollin' side by side.Maybellene, why can't you be true,oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true,you've started back doin' the things you used to do.The Cadillac pulled up ahead of the Ford,The Ford got hot, wouldn't do no more.It then got cloudy and started to rain.I tooted my horn for a passin' lane.The rain water blowin' all under my hood,I knew, that was doin' my motor goodMaybellene, why can't you be true,oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true,you've started back doin' the things you used to do.- 간 주 중 -oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true,oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true,you've started back doin' the things you used to do.The motor cooled down, the heat went down,And that's when I heard that highway sound.The Cadillac asittin' like a ton of lead,A hundred an ten, half a mile ahead.The Cadillac lookin' like it's sittin' still,And I caught Maybellene at the top of the hill.Maybellene, why can't you be true,oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true,you've started back doin' the things you used to do.

Well gonna write a little letterGonna mail it to my local D.J.It's a rockin' little recordI want my jockey to playRoll over BeethovenI gotta hear it again todayI got a rockin' pneumoniaI need a shot of rhythm and bluesI think I got it off the writerSittin' down by the rhythm reviewRoll over BeethovenAnd tell Tchaikovsky the newsYou know she winks like a glow wormDance like a spinnin' topShe got a crazy partnerOughta see 'em reel an rockLong as she's got a dimeThe music will never stopWell early in the mornin'I'm a givin' you the warnin'Don't you step on my blue suede shoesHey little littleGonna play my fiddleAin't got nothing to lostRoll over BeethovenAnd tell Tchaikovsky the newsRoll over BeethovenTchaikovsky the news

A-a-arrested on charges of unemployment
He was sitting in the witness stand
The judges wife called up the district attorney
She said, "Free that brown-eyed man.
If you want your job, you better free that brown-eyed man."

Flying across the desert in a TWA,
I saw a woman walkin' 'cross the sand.
She'd been walking thirty miles en route to Bombay
To meet a brown-eyed handsome man,
Her destination was a brown-eyed handsome man.

Way back in history, three thousand years,
In fact ever since the world began,
There's been a whole lotta good women shedding tears
All for a brown-eyed handsome man,
(It)'sa lot of trouble with a brown-eyed handsome man.

Beautiful daughter couldn't make up her mind
Between a doctor and a lawyer man.
Her mother told her, "Darling go out and find yourself
A brown-eyed handsome man,
Just like your daddy He's a brown-eyed handsome man."

Marlo Venus was a beautiful lass,
She had the world in the palm of her hand
She lost both her arms in a wrestling match
To meet a brown-eyed handsome man,
She fought and won herself a brown-eyed handsome man.

2-3 the count with nobody on
He hit a high fly into the stands
Round to third, he was headed for home
It was a brown-eyed handsome man that won the game
It was a brown-eyed handsome man.

Up in the mornin' and out to school
The teacher is teachin' the golden rule
American history and practical math
You studyin' hard and hopin' to pass
Workin' your fingers right down to the bone
And the guy behind you won't leave you alone

Ring, ring goes the bell
The cook in the lunch room's ready to sell
You're lucky if you can find a seat
You're fortunate if you have time to eat
Back in the classroom, open your books
Keep up the teacher don't know how mean she looks

Soon as three o'clock rolls around
You finally lay your burden down
Close up your books, get out of your seat
Down the halls and into the street
Up to the corner and 'round the bend
Right to the juke joint, you go in

Drop the coin right into the slot
You're gotta hear somethin' that's really hot
With the one you love, you're makin' romance
All day long you been wantin' to dance,
Feeling the music from head to toe
Round and round and round we go

Hail, hail rock and roll
Deliver me from the days of old
Long live rock and roll
The beat of the drums, loud and bold
Rock, rock, rock and roll
The feelin' is there, body and soul.

Just let me hear some of thatRock And Roll Music,Any old way you choose it;It's got a back beat, you can't lose it,Any old time you use it.It's gotta be Rock And Roll Music,If you want to dance with me,If you want to dance with me.I've got no kick against modern jazz,Unless they try to play it too darn fast;And change the beauty of the melody,Until they sounded like a symphony,That's why I go for thatRock And Roll Music ...Any old way you choose it;It's got a back beat, you can't lose it,Any old time you use it.It's gotta be Rock And Roll Music,If you want to dance with me,If you want to dance with me.Way down South they gave a jubilee,The jokey folks they had a jamboree;They're drinkin' homebrew from a water cup,The folks dancin' got all s upAnd started playin' thatRock And Roll Music ...Any old way you choose it;It's got a back beat, you can't lose it,Any old time you use it.It's gotta be Rock And Roll Music,If you want to dance with me,If you want to dance with me.I took my loved one over 'cross the tracksSo she can hear man avail a saxI must admit they had a rockin' bandMan, they were goin' like a hurricaneThat's why I go for thatRock And Roll Music ...Any old way you choose it;It's got a back beat, you can't lose it,Any old time you use it.It's gotta be Rock And Roll Music,If you want to dance with me,If you want to dance with me.Don't care to hear 'em play a tango,I'm in the mood to dig a mambo;It's way to early for a congo,So keep a rockin' that pianoSo I can hear some of thatRock And Roll Music ...Any old way you choose it;It's got a back beat, you can't lose it,Any old time you use it.It's gotta be Rock And Roll Music,If you want to dance with me,If you want to dance with me

They're really rockin BostonIn Pittsburgh, P. A.Deep in the heart of TexasAnd 'round the Frisco BayAll over St. LouisWay down in New OrleansAll the Cats wanna dance withSweet Little SixteenSweet Little SixteenShe's just got to haveAbout half a millionFramed autographsHer wallet's filled with picturesShe gets 'em one by oneShe gets so excitedWatch her look at her runOh mommy mommyPlease may I goIt's such a sight to seeSomebody steal the showOh daddy daddyI beg of youWhisper to mommyIt's all right with youCause they'll be rockin on bandstandIn Philadelphia P.A.Deep in the heart of TexasAnd 'round the Frisco BayAll over St. LouisWay Down in New OrleansAll the Cats wanna dance withSweet Little SixteenSweet Little SixteenShe's got the grown up bluesTight dress and lipstickShe's sportin' high heal shoesOh, but tomorrow morningShe'll have to chang her trendAnd be sweet sixteenAnd back in class againCause they'll be rockin on bandstandIn Philadelphia P.A.Deep in the heart of TexasAnd 'round the Frisco BayAll over St. LouisWay Down in New OrleansAll the Cats wanna dance withSweet Little Sixteen

Chuck Berry - Johnny B. Goode (애니콜 미니스커트 - 전지현 ) Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell Go go Go Johnny go go Go Johnny go go Go Johnny go go Go Johnny go go go Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack And sit beneath the tree by the railroad track The engineer could see him sitting in the shade Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made The people passing by, they would stop and say "Oh my, how that little country boy could play" His mother told him "someday you will be a man You will be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun goes down And maybe someday your name will be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight

Oh Carol, don't let him steal your heart awayI'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and dayClimb into my machine so we can cruise on outI know a swingin' little joint where we can jump and shoutIt's not too far back off the highway, not so long a rideYou park your car out in the open, you can walk insideA little cutie takes your hat and you can thank her, ma'amEvery time you make the scene you find the joint is jammedOh Carol, don't let him steal your heart awayI'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and dayAnd if you wanna hear some music like the boys are playin'Hold tight, pat your foot, don't let 'em carry it awayDon't let the heat overcome you when they play so loudOh, don't the music intrigue you when they get a crowdYou can't dance, I know you wish you couldI got my eyes on you baby, 'cause you dance so goodOh Carol, don't let him steal your heart awayI'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and dayDon't let him steal your heart awayI've got to learn to dance if it takes you all night and dayOh Carol

It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them wellYou could see that Pierre did truly love the madamoiselleAnd now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tellThey furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck saleThe coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tellThey had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blastSeven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazzBut when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tellThey bought a souped-up jitney, twas a cherry red '53,They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversaryIt was there that Pierre was married to the lovely madamoiselle"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell- 간 주 중 -It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them wellYou could see that Pierre did truly love the madamoiselleAnd now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

When I was a little bitty boy
My grandmother bought me a cute little toy
Silver bells hanging on a string
She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling oh
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My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling
I want you to play with my ding-a-ling

Then momma took me to grammer school
But I stopped off in the best of youth
Everytime that bell would ring
Watch me playin with my ding-a-ling-a-ling oh
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Once I was climbing the garden wall
I slipped and had a terrible fall
I fell so hard I heard bells ring
Nut held on to my ding-a-ling-a-ling oh
(chorus 2x)
Once I was swimmin cross turtle creek
Man them snappers all around my feet
Sure was hard swimmin cross that thing
With both hands holdin my ding-a-ling-a-ling oh
(chorus 2x)
This little song, it ain't so sad
The cutest little song you ever had
Those of you who will not sing
You must be playin with your own ding-a-ling!
(chorus 2x)
Your own ding-a-ling your own ding-a-ling
We saw you playin with your own ding-a-ling
My ding-a-ling everybody sing
I wanna play with my ding-a-ling
I w-a-n-n-a p-l-a-y w-i-t-h m-y d-i-n-g-a-l-i-n-g!!!

Riding along in my automobileMy baby beside me at the wheelI stole a kiss at the turn of a milemy curiosity running wildcrusin' and playin' the radiowith no particular place to goRiding along in my automobileI's anxious to tell her the way I feelSo I told her softly and sincereand she leaned and whispered in my earcuddlin' more and drivin' slowwith no particular place to go- 간 주 중 -No particular place to goSo we parked way out on ko-ko-moThe night was young and the moon was goldSo we both decided to take a strollCan you image the way I feltI couldn't unfasten her safety beltRiding along in my calabooseStill trying to get her belt a-looseall the way home I held a grudgefor the safety belt that wouldn't budgeCrusin' and playing the radiowith no particular place to go