Альбом Chuck Berry

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Down goes the sun, sitting, ducking on guitar
Up comes the moon, twinkle, twinkle little star
One and one is two HITCHIN' two, to make it four
Johnny get your guitar, let's go, go, go

Johnny plays the guitar at the weekly record hop
He starts starts to twist and turn and then they wouldn抰 let him stop
Girls so shook up, seein him shakin on the show
Everybody starts to holler go, go, go

Duckwalkin on his knees, peckin like a hen
Lookin like a locomotive, here he comes again
Meow said the kitty PUPPY bow-wow-wow
Go and pick your guitar, Johnny don抰 stop now, oh baby

Backed up by a jazz band, layin' on the wood,
Mixin Ahmad Jamal in my Johnny B Goode.
Sneaking Errol Garner in my Sweet Sixteen,
Now they tell me Stan Kenton's cutting Maybelline, oh baby

Papa said to Mama, this I never understood,
How he picks his guitar, make it sound so good.
Use to sound goofy, but I guess it's allright,
Cause Papa's takin' Mama to the gig tomorrow night, oh baby

Long distance information, give me Memphis, Tennessee
Help me find the party trying to get in touch with me
She could not leave her number, but I know who placed the call
'Cause my uncle took the message and he wrote it on the wall

Help me, information, get in touch with my Marie
She's the only one who'd phone me here from Memphis, Tennessee
Her home is on the south side, high up on a ridge
Just a half a mile from the Mississippi bridge

Help me, information, more than that I cannot add
Only that I miss her and all the fun we had
But we were pulled apart because her mom did not agree
And tore apart our happy home in Memphis, Tennessee

Last time I saw Marie, she was waving me goodbye
With hurry-home drops on her cheek that trickled from her eye
Marie is only 6 years old, information, please
Try to put me through to her in Memphis, Tennessee

Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing 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 the open road,
nothin' will outrun my V8 Ford.
The cadillac doin' 'bout ninety-five,
she's bumper to bumber rollin' side by side.

Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing the things you used to do.

Pink in the mirror on top of the hill,
it's just like swallowin' up a medicine pill.
First thing I saw that Cadillac grille
doin' a hundred and ten gallopin' over that hill.
Offhill curve, a downhill strecth,
me and that Cadillac neck by neck.

Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing the things you used to do.

The Cadillac pulled up ahead of the Ford,
the Ford got hot and wouldn't do no more.
It then got clody and it started to rain,
I tooted my horn for a passin' lead
the rain water blowin' all under my hood,
I knew that was doin' my motor good.

Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing 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 a-sittin' like a ton of lead
a hundred and ten a 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 doing the things you used to do

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Arrested on charges of unemployment,
he was sitting in the witness stand
The judge's wife called up the district attorney
Said you free that brown eyed man
You want your job you better free that brown eyed man

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

Way back in history three thousand years
Back every since the world began
There's been a whole lot of good women shed a tear
For a brown eyed handsome man
That's what the trouble was brown eyed handsome man

Beautiful daughter couldn't make up her mind
Between a doctor and a lawyer man
Her mother told her daughter go out and find yourself
A brown eyed handsome man
That's what your daddy is a brown eyed handsome man

Milo Venus was a beautiful lass
She had the world in the palm of her hand
But she lost both her arms in a wrestling match
To get brown eyed handsome man
She fought and won herself a brown eyed handsome man

Two, three count with nobody on
He hit a high fly into the stand
Rounding third he was headed for home
It was a brown eyed handsome man
That won the game; it was a brown eyed handsome man

How many times have you heard this song
If I had what he has my blues would be gone
But I got the blues, still got the blues for you

I could have been happy with fortune and fame
I had everything that a poor man could name
I but I still got the blues, I got the blues for you

Searching all over, thinking I'd find
Someone who'd even give me peace of mind
Talking the unknown out of my head
Can't even remember a thing that I said

Give me a chance and take me back
You'll see a change in the way I act
Cause I got the blues, nothing but the blues for you

(Guitar Solo)

Searching all over, and thinking I'd find
Someone who'd even give me peace of mind
Talking the unknown out of my head
Just can't remember a thing that I said

Give me a chance and take me back
And you'll see a change in the way I act
And I won't have the blues, no- no blues

They're really rockin Boston
In Pittsburgh, P. A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And 'round the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way down in New Orleans
All the Cats wanna dance with
Sweet Little Sixteen

Sweet Little Sixteen
She's just got to have
About half a million
Framed autographs
Her wallet's filled with pictures
She gets 'em one by one
She gets so excited
Watch her look at her run

Oh mommy mommy
Please may I go
It's such a sight to see
Somebody steal the show
Oh daddy daddy
I beg of you
Whisper to mommy
It's all right with you

Cause they'll be rockin on bandstand
In Philadelphia P.A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And 'round the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way Down in New Orleans
All the Cats wanna dance with
Sweet Little Sixteen

Sweet Little Sixteen
She's got the grown up blues
Tight dress and lipstick
She's sportin' high heal shoes
Oh, but tomorrow morning
She'll have to chang her trend
And be sweet sixteen
And back in class again

Cause they'll be rockin on bandstand
In Philadelphia P.A.
Deep in the heart of Texas And 'round the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis Way Down in New Orleans
All the Cats wanna dance with
Sweet Little Sixteen

Chorus: Slow down, little Jaguar
Keep cool, little Thunderbird Ford

Ten miles stretch on an Indiana road
T'was a sky blue Jaguar and a Thunderbird Ford
Jaguar setting on ninety nine
Tryin' to beat the Bird to the county line
Just a half-a-mile from Newtonville
There had a speed sign sitting at the top of the hill
It said : "35 miles, and stay in line"
But the Jaguar and Thunderbird never read the sign

Chorus

Ludenville was a real small town
Had a hundred and two
And nine acres of ground
Some stool pigeon put the sheriff wise
Told him "Park down in Newtonville
And catch 'em guys"
Sheriff laid down, half hid in the weeds
Parked for eight days, didn't nobody speed
All of a sudden, dust rose on the road
Said "Here come the Jaguar and Thunderbird Ford"

Chorus

Sheriff doubled clutched second, put it in third
Took right after the Jaguar and Thunderbird
He knew he'd get a bonus and a big fat fine
If he caught 'em 'fore they crossed that county line
Sheriff never drove his car a hundred and flat
But if he aimed to get 'em
He'd have to do more than that
Crest of the hill, he's about a mile behind
There wasn't but two mor miles to the county line

Chorus

Old Sheiff was countin' on the downward grade
With the tall wind pushin', he had it made
Thunderbird saw the Jaguar gainin' speed
And waved "Goodbye, Jaguar" and pulled in the lead
Jaguar said "You ain't won the race yet"
And pulled back around the Bird like a sabre jet
Sheriff's front bumper was a yard behind
When the T-Bird, Jaguar crossed the line

Slow down little Jaguar,
Keep cool little Thunderbird Ford

(repeat and fade)

Dixon

I don't want you wait all day I don't want you be no slave I don't want 'cause I'm sad and blue I just want to make love to you, baby Love to you, baby Love to you, baby Love to you, baby Love to you.
I don't want you wash my clothes
I don't want you keep me home
I don't want your money too
I just want to make love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you.

I can tell by the way that you twitch and walk
You know by the way you baby talk
Know by the way you treat your man
I can love you, baby, ………….

I don't want you wash my clothes
I don't want you keep me home
I don't want 'cause I'm sad and blue
I just want to make love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Love to you, baby
Sweet love ..

All aboard
Newingburg, Kingston, Albany & on we go
to Utica, Syracuse, Rochester and Buffalo.
Erie, Pennsylvania, Cleveland on the lake shore
whistle at Lorain, San-Dusky to Toledo
let her roll, hello Indiana by Ohio
South Bend, Gary change trains in Chicago

Charleyette, Bloomington, Decatur, make a right flank
Springfield, St Louis on the muddy banks
switching locomotives catching MKT making Whizville
Boonville and K.C. cutting to Topeka no more little bitty
towns where she stops till she hits Oklahoma City

Trick or treat

Trick or treat, baby, on a night like this,
Trick or treat, wo, wo, an d that means a kiss.
Trick or treat, baby, and don't let me miss
A sweet kiss from you on a night like this.

Trick or treat, baby, by the light of the moon,
Trick or treat, wo, wo, don't leave me so soon.
Trick or treat, baby, I go in a swoon
From the sweet way you kiss me by the light of the moon.

Trick or treat, baby, oh, what a night,
Trick or treat, wo, wo, what a sweet delight.
Trick or treat, baby, and hold me tight,
And keep kissin' me sweetly, oh, what a night.

Trick or treat, baby, in your own sweet way,
Trick or treat, wo, wo, anything you say.
Trick or treat, wo, wo, wo, wo,
I just love for you to kiss me in your own sweet way.

Down the road came a tired little donkey,
Much he was loaded till his head hung down.
Upon this back so heavy set a big man,
Singin' such a sad song
As he rode into town.

And the man, the man sing to the donkey,
But he sing such a sad song, and the guitar he broke.
The donkey stop, the man he reach to get a big jug,
Him and the donkey take a sip o' the drink.

Down the road, oh the dancing donkey,
Head swingin' so high, all the pain now gone.
The man he sing, some song was a gay song,
And the little donkey kept a-dancin' on.

Down the road was the man and the donkey,
So good feel the donkey, so gay was the man.
How plain when the wind blow was the sound of the gay song,
When the man and the donkey kept a-movin' on down the road.