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| 2. |
| 4:37 |
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| 3. |
| 3:59 |
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| 4. |
| 2:38 |
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| 5. |
| 3:53 |
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| 6. |
| 3:13 |
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| 7. |
| 4:39 | 
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...I'll fake it
But some how-a old Jerry comes through Sometimes I feel like I, I just can't take it But somehow the Killer comes through Ye-aah I was born in Ferriday, Lou'siana Lord, I was born feet first Come out jumpin', been jumpin'ever since Lord, I know how to take it Oh, the Killer's gotta come through Pick your guitar, fella Born on the farm in Lou'siana Lord, I had a hard time choppin' that cotton Ooooooh, mama used to say 'Son, I'm gonna get ya a piano 'And you may turn out to be rotten' But I didn't Ooh, I'm gonna make it I gotta make it 'Look out son, you might get yourself in trouble' But I didn't Woo-hoo! Turned out good! What am I gonna do now? Wouldn't know if I could Take it, son New Orleans, Louisiana Found me a little Cajun queen We were doin' pretty good One night she shook that thing And then we vowed to marry, Lord What a big mistake, I made it But, I'll make it wait and see Woo! Give it to me, now C'mon, I gotta make it Wooo-wooo-wooo-ooo! I hear ya Just layin' it in, hangin' it in A-like Gunga Dinh Woo! Pick it, son! Ooh, the floor is shakin' with that juke box And ev'rybody is singin', 'yeah-yeah-yeah' Woo! Do ya love me baby? Don't you think I'm out of sight? Mama, she rolls but she don't roll right Think about it, umm The town is burnin' with the heat wave The weather broadcast keeps sayin' Fine, fine, fine, fine Do ya love me baby? Don't ya think I'm outta sight? Mama, she rolls but she don't roll all night Yeah Yes, the town is burnin' with the heat wave The weather broadcast keeps sayin' Fine, fine, fine Do you love me, baby? Don't you think I'm outta sight? Oh mama, she rolls, but she don't roll right Play it organ, stud! Ho! The floor is shakin' with the juke box And ev'rybody is singin' ha, ' yeah-yeah-yeah' Do ya love me baby? Do you think I'm outta sight? Mama, she rolls, but she don't roll right (Jerry Lee yodles a verse) Well mama, she rolls, but she don't roll right. |
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| 8. |
| 5:22 |
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| 9. |
| 3:43 |
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Big boss man can't you hear me when I call
Big boss man can't you hear me when I call Well you ain't so big oh you're just tall that's all ha ha ha Yeah you got me workin' boss man a workin' around the clock I gotta have a little drink of water gonna make you to ball a drop Big boss man oh can't you hear me when I call Well you ain't so big oh you're just tall that's all ha ha ha yeah Yeah you got me workin' boss man a workin' around the clock I gotta have a little drink of water gonna make you to ball a drop Big boss man oh can't you hear me when I call Well you ain't so big oh you're just tall that's all ha ha ha yeah Well you ain't so big yeah you're just a little bit tall that's all yeah yeah yeah Big boss man |
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| 10. |
| 2:23 |
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| 11. |
| 1:10 |
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Dungaree doll, Dungaree doll, paint your initials on my jeans
So everyone in town will know we go around together, together, together Dungaree doll, Dungaree doll, paste my picture on your sleeve So everyone can see that you belong to me, forever, forever, forever I want you to wear my orange sweater The beat up sweater with the high school letter Gonna make a chain of paperclips And chain us together while I kiss your lips Dungaree doll, Dungaree doll promise me you never will fall For any other guy, tell me you are my Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Doll Dungaree doll, Dungaree doll, paste my picture on your sleeve So everyone can see that you belong to me, forever, forever, forever I want you to wear my orange sweater The beat up sweater with the high school letter Gonna make a chain of paperclips And chain us together while I kiss your lips Dungaree doll, Dungaree doll promise me you never will fall For any other guy, tell me you are my Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Doll Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Dungaree, Doll |
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| 12. |
| 4:03 |
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| 13. |
| 0:59 |
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I can't give you anything but love, baby
That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby Dream a while, scheme a while You're sure to find Happiness and I guess All those things you've always pined for Now, gee I love to see you looking' swell, baby Diamond bracelets Woolworth doesn't sell, baby Till that lucky day, you know darn well, baby I can't give you anything but love Gee, I love to see you looking' swell, baby. Look like you just came up out of the wishing well, baby. Dream awhile, scheme awhile and you're sure happiness And ALL those things you been looking' for baby. Gee, I love to see you looking' swell, baby !! Diamond rings, bracelets, gold watches 'n' everything, baby. Until that lucky day, honey, you know good 'n' doggone Well, honey, I can't give you a DADGUM thing but love. Now, I can't give you anything but love, baby That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby Dream a while, scheme a while You're sure to find Happiness and I guess All those things you've always pined for Now, gee I love to see you looking' swell, baby Diamond bracelets Woolworth doesn't sell, baby Till that lucky day, you know darn well, baby I can't give you anything but love |
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| 1. |
| 5:48 |
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Chorus:
I'm troubled in mind, I'm blue But I won't be blue always You know the sun gonna shine On my back door some day I'm going down to the river Take my old rockin' chair If the blues don't take me Gonna rock away from here Chorus I'm gonna lay my head On some lonesome railroad line And let the two nineteen Satisfy my troubled mind Chorus You know the sun gonna shine In my backdoor some day |
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| 2. |
| 3:30 |
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Well deep down in Lousiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods neath the evergreens There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode He never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar just like a ringin' a bell Go go go Johnny go go go Johnny go go Go Johnny go go go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack He sit beneath the tree by the railroad track The engineer would see him sittin' in the shade Strummin' through the rhythm that the drivers made The people passin' by they would stop and say Oh my how that little country boy can play Go go go Johnny go go... Well now his mama told him someday you gonna be a man You will be the leader of a country band The people gonna come from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun goes down Maybe someday your name will be at lights sayin' Johnny B. Goode shakin' tonight Go go go Johnny go go... |
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| 3. |
| 3:28 |
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| 4. |
| 4:22 |
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| 5. |
| 6:02 |
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| 2:21 |
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| 4:10 |
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| 8. |
| 4:00 |
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| 9. |
| 3:38 |
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| 10. |
| 3:30 |
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Well, you can't be my lovin' baby
You ain't got the style I'm a-gonna get some real gone love That'll drive a cool cat wild I wanna move, move on down the line Gonna get me a gal, then I go out on the town Well, I wanna move on down the line I'm gonna get me a gal, make some time She can't be square, she can't be slow And when she starts a-struttin' she's gotta go I'm gonna move, move on down the line Well, I'm in love, have been all the time Yeah, I'm gonna show you ain't so hot I'm gonna get what you ain't got She'll be sweet, won't do me wrong She'll be cool and twice as gone We're gonna roll on, roll on down the line I'm gonna get some love, lovin' that's truly fine Well, I wanna move on down the line I'm gonna get some lovin, truly fine A love that'll be twice as gone And when she starts a-struttin' she's gotta go I wanna move on, move on down the line Well, I'm gonna do right, do right all the time I'm gonna do right, do right all the time |
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| 11. |
| 4:58 |
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| 12. |
| 3:52 |
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