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(Chuck Berry)
As I get on a city bus and found a vacant seat
I thought I saw my future bride walking up the street
I shouted to the driver "Hey conductor, you must slow down,
I think I see her, please let me off the bus!"
Nadine, oh honey is that you?
Oh Nadine, baby is that you?
Seems like every time I see you darling, you work on something new
I saw her from the corner as she turned and doubled back
And started walking towards her coffee coloured cadillac
I'm pushing through the crowd trying to get to where she's at
And I was campain shouting like a Southern diplomat(???)
Nadine, oh honey is that you?
Oh Nadine, baby is that you?
Seems like every time I see you darling, you work on something new
Well I was downtown searching for her looking all around
I saw her getting in a yellow cab heading uptown
I caught a loaded taxi paid off everybodies tab
I've slipped a twenty dollar bill and said "Catch that yellow cab!"
Nadine, oh honey is that you?
Oh Nadine, baby is that you?
Seems like every time I see you darling, you got something else to do
Oh Nadine
- Guitar Solo -
Well, she moves around like a wayward summer breeze
"Go driver go go, catch her for me please!"
I'm moving through the traffic like a mounted cavalier
Leaning out the taxi window, tryin' to make her hear
Nadine, oh honey is that you?
Oh Nadine, baby is that you?
Seems like every time I see you darling, you work on something new
Oh Nadine
Oh Nadine
Oh Nadine
Oh go driver
Go go
Go driver go
Go driver go
Go go, go go, go go, go go
Nadine...
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(Unknown Writer)
I wake up every morning with a vacant smile
Grab the telephone and call my honey child
She's date bait
Mine, all mine, all mine
She's sweeter than any grape that ever grew on a vine
Out of all the girls around here baby, you're my choice
I get the heebie jeebies when I hear your voice
You're date bait
Mine, all mine, all mine
You're sweeter than any grape that ever grew on a vine
Well, mama's got the bucket, papa's got the top
Baby's in the cradle, saying "Say it on to pop"
She's date bait
Mine, all mine, all mine
Sweeter than any grape that ever grew on a vine
- Harmonica Solo -
She's got eyes like diamonds and teeth like pearls
Lay off boys, 'cos she's my girl
She's date bait
Mine, all mine, all mine
She's sweeter than any grape that ever grew on a vine
Oooh yeah
- Harmonica Solo -
Out of all the girls around here baby, you're my choice
I get the heebie jeebies when I hear your voice
You're date bait
Mine, all mine, all mine
You're sweeter than any grape that ever grew on a vine
You're date bait
Date bait
Date bait
You're date bait
Date bait
Date bait
Date bait
Date bait
Ooh date bait
You're date bait
Date bait
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(Sonny Boy Williamson)
You gotta help me, I can't do it all by myself
You gotta help me, I can't do it all by myself
You know, you don't help me darlin', I'll have to find me somebody else
I may have to wash, I may have to sew
I may have to cook, I might mop the floor
But you help me, ooh help me darlin'
You know, you don't help me darlin', I'll have to find myself somebody else
Help me baby, help me
- Guitar break -
Now when I walk, you walk with me
And when I talk, oh you talk to me
Help me darling, ooh help me baby
You know, you don't help me darlin', I'll have to find myself somebody else
- Guitar break -
Bring my night shirt, put on your morning gown
Bring my night shirt, put on your morning gown
You know there's no way I feel sleepy, but I feel like lying down
- Guitar solo -
Mhhmhh, mhhmhh, mhhmhh...
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Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
I met her walking on an uptown street
She's so fine, you know, I wish she was mine
I get the shivers every time we meet
Talkin' bout you
Yeah, I do mean you
Nobody but you
Baby let me get a message to you, yeah
Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
Yeah, tell you now she looks so good
So much skills, she's got a beautiful build
She ought to be somehere in hollywood
I'm talkin' bout you
Yeah, I do mean you
Nobody but you
Baby let me get a message to you, yeah
- guitar break -
And let me tell you 'bout this girl I know
She's sitting right here by my side
Lovely indeed, that's why I asked her if she'd
Promises to someday she would be my bride
I'm talkin' bout you
I do mean you
Nobody but you
Baby let me get a message to you, yeah
Yeah, let me tell you 'bout a girl I know
I met her walking on an uptown street
She's so fine, you know, I wish she was mine
I get the shivers every time we meet
I'm talkin' bout you
Hey, I do mean you
Nobody but you
Baby let me get a message to you, yeah
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(Jimmy McCracklin)
Well I know you heard of Suzie Q.
I know you heard of the chicken too
I know you heard of the Cha-Cha too
But the Walk is dance that you can do
Do the Walk
Come on and walk
Everybody walk
Let me see you do the Walk
Come on and walk
Everybody do the walk
Well I know you heard of the Texas Hop
I know heard of the old Foxtrot
But when you do the Walk, you're do it in style
You just shake your hips and close your eyes
Do the Walk
Come on and walk
Everybody walk
Let me see you do the Walk
All you got to do is walk
Everybody do the walk
Come on, come on now
- Guitar Break -
Well if you don't know what it's all about
Come to me and I'll show you how
We'll do it fast, we'll do it slow
Then you'll know the Walk everywhere you go
Do the Walk
Come on and walk
Hey, everybody walk
All you got to do is walk
Let me see you do the Walk
Come on and do the walk
See, all you gotta do is put one foot in front of the other foot
Keep on going than you get where you want to be
That's it, you're doing the Walk
See it's easy
Hey, you do the Walk
Everybody do the Walk
Oh, come on and do the Walk
Everybody do the Walk
Come on and do the Walk
Everybody got do the Walk
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Left out verse:
Well I know you heard of the old Mambo
And you heard 'bout the old Tango
But when you do the Walk you stand in clos
And don't step on your partners toes
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(Willie Dixon)
I got 29 ways to make it to my baby's door
I got 29 ways to make it to my baby's door
But if she needs me bad I can find about two or three more
One - through the basement, two - down the hall
When the going gets rough, I got a hole in the wall
I got 29 ways to make it to my baby's door
But if she needs me bad I can find about two or three more
I can come down the chimney like a Santa Claus
Crawl through the window and that ain't all
I got lot of good ways I don't want you to know
I even got a hole in her bedroom floor
I got 29 ways to make it to my baby's door
I got 29 ways to make it to my baby's door
But if she needs me bad I can find about two or three more
Oh, yes I can
- Guitar Solo -
I got a way through her closet behind her clothes
A way through the attic that noone knows
A master key to fit any lock
A hidden door behind grandpa's clock
I got 29 ways to make it to my baby's door
But if she needs me bad I can find about two or three more, hey
To my lovely baby's door
To my lovely baby's door
To my lovely baby's door
One -two - and some more
To my lovely baby's door
To my lovely baby's door
To my lovely baby's door
One -two - and some more
To my lovely baby's door
To my lovely baby's door
To my lovely baby's door
Oh my God, how many more?
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(Ellis McDaniels)
I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire
Got cobra snake for a neck tie
Got a brand new house on the roadside
Made from rattlesnake hide(?)
Got a brand new chimney made on top
Made out of a human skull
Well come on, take a little walk with me baby
Tell me, who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Tombstone hand and a graveyard mind
Just twenty-two and I don't mind dying
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
I rode around the town, use a rattlesnake whip
Take it easy, baby, don't give me no lip
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
- Break & Guitar Solo -
When the night was black and the sky was blue
Down the alley an iceman(?) flew
Hill up, home(?), someone screamed
You should've heard just what I've seen
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Well Arlene took me by my hand
She said "Uh, you boy, you know I understand"
She said
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
- Break & Guitar Solo to fade-
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(Bobby Miller)
If walls could talk then I'm sure you'd hear
A whole lot of things that would make you cry, my dear
So ain't you glad, ooh, ain't you glad
That walls don't talk
No they never talk
If doors could tell who turned the knobs
When he's away, working on his job
Now ain't you glad, oh, you ought to be glad
That doors don't talk
No, they don't
You know, if cars could say just who's been inside
And exactly whom has been taken for a ride
Now ain't you glad, I know you ought to be glad
That cars don't talk
Oh no, they don't talk
- Harmonica & Guitar "Duett" -
If shoes could tell, tell where they've been
When you claim that you were visiting a friend
Now ain't you glad, oh ain't you glad
That shoes don't talk
No, they just walk
Well, in a world of trouble we'd be if things ever told on me
My love life would be through 'cos I'm guilty, how about you?
If things ever talked that way
Ain't no telling what they might say
So ain't you glad, everybody ought to be glad
That things don't talk
I tell you, they don't talk about you
Oh I'm so glad
I'm so very glad
That things don't talk
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(Doc Pomus)
They call me Doc, I can make you feel so good
Well, they call me Doc, I can make you feel so good
I can do more for you than any man in this neighbourhood
If you ever feel stiff around your back
Send for me and you'll hear a crack
Send for the Doc, make you feel so good
I'll do more for you than any man in this neighbourhood
- Harmonica Solo -
Freezing cold and you feel half alive
Run your fever to one hundred and five
Send for the Doc, make you feel so good
I'll do more for you than any man in this neighbourhood
You'll get those shivers around your spine
Run your fever up to one-o-nine
Send for the Doc, make you feel so good
I'll do more for you than any man in this neighbourhood
- Guitar Solo -
Cure every ache and ease, every pain
My kinda cure gonna drive you insane
Send for the doc any time you feel the flu
Doctor Feelgood's just the man for you
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(Chester Burnett)
I should have quit you long time ago
I should have quit you babe, long time ago
I should have quit you, oh, way down to Mexico
Well, if I'd had followed my first mind
If I'd had of followed my first mind
I'd have been long gone, oh, as(?) my second time
- Saxophones Break -
Well, I should have went off when my friend come for Mexico and me
I should have went off when my friend come for Mexico and me
But now I'm through with you babe
Now that you got me quitting on the killing floor
God knows I should have been gone
Oh, God knows, God knows I should have been gone
And I wouldn't a been here down on the killing floor
- Saxophones Break & Solo -
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(Eleanor Broadwater/Dale Hawkins/Stanley S. Lewis)
Oh Suzie Q., oh Suzie Q.
Oh Suzie Q., baby I love you
Suzie Q.
I like the way you walk
I like the way you talk
I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk
My Suzie Q.
Oh Suzie Q., oh Suzie Q.
Oh Suzie Q., baby I love you
My Suzie Q.
Well say that you will be true
Say that you will be true
Say that you will be true and never leave me blue
My Suzie Q.
Oh Suzie Q., oh Suzie Q.
Oh Suzie Q., baby I love you
My Suzie Q
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I'm going down the road, stop at fannie mae's
Gonna tell fannie what I've heard her boyfriend say
Don't start me that talkin'
I'll tell everything I know
Gonna break up this signifying
Everybody's got to go
Jack gave his wife two dollars, go down town, get smartened
Gets out on the street, old george stopped her
He knocked her down and blackened her eye
Get back home and tell her husband a lie
Don't start me that talkin'
I'll tell everything I know
I'm gonna break up this signifying
'cos somebody's got to go, oh
She borrowed some money, go to the beauty shop
He honked his horn, she began to stop
Said: "Take me baby, around the block
I'm going to the beauty shop where I can get my hair smart"
Don't start me talkin'
I'll tell everything I know
I'm gonna break up this signifying
Everybody's got to go
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(J.B. Lenoir/Aley Atkins)
Give me one more shot bartender, just before I go
Well, give me one more shot bartender, just before I go
I have had my fun and I don't feel well no more
Well, give me one more shot
I give me one more shot
I give me one more shot
I give me one more shot
Well, give me one more shot and I'll knock my own self out
Well, if I'm going down let me go down playing my part
If I'm going down let me go down playing my part
If I have me one more shot I will knock my own self out
Hey bartender, where have you been?
I need a shot of whiskey and I need a shot of gin
Just give me one more shot
Give me one more shot
Well, give me one more shot and I'll knock my own self out
- Guitar Break -
Hey bartender, where have you been?
I need a shot of whiskey and I need a shot of gin
Give me one more shot
Give me one more shot
Give me one more shot, and I will knock my own self out
Hey, give me one more shot
Give me one more shot
Give me one more shot
Give me one more shot
Give me one more shot, and I'll knock my own self out
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Gipsy woman told my mother before I was born
You got a boy child comin', 'll be a son of a gun
Gonna make pretty women jump and shout
Then the world gonna know what it's all about
'cause I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
I'm a hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
I got a black cat bone, I got a mojo too
I got john the conqueror roots, I'm gonna mess with you
I'm gonna make you girls lead me by the hand
Then the world gonna know I'm a hoochie coochie man
I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
Oh, I'm a hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
On the 7th hour
On the 7th day
On the 7th month
The 7th doctor say
He was born for good luck
And that you'll see
I got seven hundred dollars
Don't you mess with me
'cause I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
I'm a hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
Oh, I'm a hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
Yeah, I'm a hoochie coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
Hoochie coochie man
I'm a hoochie coochie man
I'm a hoochie coochie man
I'm a hoochie coochie man
Oh, I'm a hoochie coochie man
I'm a hoochie coochie man
I'm a hoochie coochie man
I'm a hoochie coochie man
I'm a hoochie coochie coochie coochie man
I'm a hoochie coochie coochie coochie man
I'm a hoochie coochie coochie coochie man
I'm a hoochie coochie coochie coochie man
I'm a hoochie coochie coochie coochie man...
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