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Now, when I was just a little boy,
Standing to my Daddy's knee,
My poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get you
Do what he done to me."
'Cause he'll get you,
'Cause he'll get you now, now.
And I can remember the fourth of July,
Running through the backwood, bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barking,
Chasing down a hoodoo there.
Chasing down a hoodoo there.
CHORUS:
Born On The Bayou;
Born On The Bayou;
Born On The Bayou.
Wish I was back on the Bayou.
Rolling with some Cajun Queen.
LyricsWishing I were a fast freight train,
Just a choogling on down to New Orleans.
CHORUS
Do it, do it, do it, do it.
Oh, Lord.
Oh get back boy.
I can remember the fourth of July,
Running through the backwood bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barking,
Chasing down a hoodoo there.
Chasing down a hoodoo there.
CHORUS
All right! Do, do, do, do.
Mmmmmmm, oh.
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CHORUS:
Bootleg, Bootleg;
Bootleg, Howl.
Bootleg, Bootleg;
Bootleg, Howl.
Take you a glass of water
Make it against the law.
See how good the water tastes
When you can't have any at all.
CHORUS
Finding a natural woman,
Like honey to a bee.
But you don't buzz the flower.
When you know the honey's free.
CHORUS
Suzy maybe give you some cherry pie,
But Lord, that ain't no fun.
Better you grab it when she ain't looking
'Cause you know you'd rather have it on the run.
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On the highway, Thirty people lost their lives.
On the highway, Thirty people lost their lives.
Well, I had some words to holler, And my Rosie took a ride.
In the moonlight, See the Greyhound rolling on.
In the moonlight, See the Greyhound rolling on.
Flying through the crossroads, Rosie ran into the Hound.
For the graveyard, Thirty boxes made of bone.
For the graveyard, Thirty boxes made of bone.
Mister Undertaker, Take this coffin from my home.
In the midnight, Hear me crying out her name.
In the midnight, Hear me crying out her name.
I'm standing on the railroad, Waiting for the Graveyard Train.
On the highway, Thirty people turned to stone.
On the highway, Thirty people turned to stone.
Oh, take me to the station, 'Cause I'm number thirty-one.
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Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin'
Can't hear your momma call.
From the early early mornin' till the early early night
You can see Miss Molly rockin' at the house of blue lights.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin'
Can't hear your momma call.
Well, now momma, poppa told me:
"Son, you better watch your step."
If I knew my momma, poppa, have to watch my dad myself.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin'
Can't hear your momma call.
I am going to the corner, gonna buy a diamond ring.
Would you pardon me if it's a nineteen carat golden thing.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin'
Can't hear your momma call.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
Good golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ball.
When you're rockin' and a rollin'
Can't hear your momma call
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Now, if I was a bricklayer,
I wouldn't build just anything;
And if I was a ball player,
I wouldn't play no second string.
And if I were some jewelry, baby;
Lord, I'd have to be a diamond ring.
If I were a secret, Lord, I never would be told.
If I were a jug of wine, Lord, my flavor would be old.
I could be most anything,
But it got to be twenty-four karat solid gold, oh.
If I were a gambler, You know I'd never lose,
And if I were a guitar player,
Lord, I'd have to play the blues.
If I was a hacksaw, My blade would be razor sharp.
If I were a politician, I could prove that monkeys talk.
You can find the tallest building,
Lord, I'd have me the house on top.
LyricsOh, let's go!
All right, keep going!
I'm the Penthouse Pauper;
I got nothing to my name.
I'm the Penthouse Pauper; baby,
I got nothing to my name.
I can be most anything,
'Cause when you got nothing it's all the same.
Oh, let's move to this song!
Lord, look at my penthouse.
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Left a good job in the city,
Working for The Man every night and day,
And I never lost one minute of sleeping,
Worrying 'bout the way things might have been.
CHORUS:
Big wheel keep on turning,
Proud Mary keep on burning,
Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.
Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis,
Pumped a lot of pain down in New Orleans,
But I never saw the good side of the city,
Until I hitched a ride on a river boat queen.
CHORUS
Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.
If you come down to the river,
Bet you gonna find some people who live.
You don't have to worry 'cause you have no money,
People on the river are happy to give.
CHORUS
Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.
Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.
Rolling, rolling, rolling on the river.
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Keep on Choogling
Keep on Choogling
Keep on Choogling
Choogling,
Choogling.
Maybe you don't understand it.
But if you're a natural man,
You got to ball and have a good time
And that's what I call Choogling.
Here comes Mary looking for Harry,
She gonna choogle tonight.
Here comes Louie, works in the sewer,
He gonna choogle tonight.
CHORUS:
(primal screaming)
CHORUS
If you can choose it, who can refuse it,
You all be choogling tonight.
Go on, take your pick, right from the git go,
You gotta choogle tonight.
CHORUS
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