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Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney


Background information
Birth name James Paul McCartney
Born June 18, 1942
Born place Liverpool, England, United Kingdom
Genre(s) Psychedelic Rock
Experimental Rock
Rock'n'Roll
Hard Rock
Classical
Years active 1957—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
Capitol Records
One Little Indian Records
Parlophone Records
Hear Music
Apple Records
Associated acts The Beatles
The Fireman
The Quarrymen
Wings
Linda McCartney
Denny Laine
Website Website



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Paul McCartney Album


CHOBA B CCCP (09/30/1991)
09/30/1991
1.
Kansas City
2.
3.
Lawdy Miss Clawdy
4.
I'm In Love Again (on 1991 worldwide release)
5.
6.
7.
8.
I'm Gonna Be A Wheel Someday
9.
That's All Right Mama
10.
Summertime
11.
12.
13.
Just Because
14.
Midnight Special
. . .

Kansas City

[No lyrics]

. . .


by Ned Fairchild & Eddie Cochran

Well I got a girl with a record machine,
When it comes to rocking she's a queen.
I took her to a dance on a Saturday night,
All alone where I can hold her tight.
She lives on the twentieth floor uptown.
The elevator's broken down.
And I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five six seven flight, eight flight more.
Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag,
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to drag.
I get to the top and I'm too tired to rock.

You know she called me up on the telephone,
Said come on ever baby 'cause I'm all alone.
I said baby you're mighty sweet,
But I'm in bed with aching feet.
This went on for a couple of days,
But I couldn't stay away.

And I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five six seven flight, eight flight more.
Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag,
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to drag.
I get to the top and I'm too tired to rock.

Well I sent to Chicago for repairs,
Till it's fixed I'm using the stairs.
I hope they hurry, before it's too late,
I want my baby too much to wait.
All this climbing is getting me down,
They'll find me hanging over the rail.

And I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five six seven flight, eight flight more.
Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag,
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to drag.
I get to the top and I'm too tired to rock.

And I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five six seven flight, eight flight more.
Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag,
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to drag,

. . .

Lawdy Miss Clawdy

[No lyrics]

. . .

I'm In Love Again

[No lyrics]

. . .


(Sam Cooke)

If you ever change your mind
About leavin', leavin' me behind
Oh, oh, bring it to me
Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You know I laughed (ha ha) when you left
But now I know I've only hurt myself
Oh, oh, bring it to me
Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'll give you jewelry, money too
And that's not all, all I'll do for you
Oh, oh, bring it to me
Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah, yeah

You know I'll always be your slave
Till I'm dead and buried in my grave
Oh, oh, bring it to me
Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it on home to me, yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah

If you ever change your mind
About leavin', leavin' me behind
Oh, oh, bring it to me
Bring your sweet lovin'

. . .


(Richard Penniman and Albert Collins)

Lucille, please, come back where you belong
Lucille, please, come back where you belong
You ran off and married
Singin' such a beautiful song

Lucille, please, don't do your sister's will, yeah!
Lucille, please, don't you do your sister's will
You ran off and married
But I love you still

Well, I woke up this mornin'
Lucille was not in sight
Asked my friends about it
But all their lips were tight

Lucille, please, come back where you belong
I'm speaking to you, baby
Singin' such a beautiful song

Ow!
Come on, guys!

Well, I woke up this mornin'
Lucille was not in sight
I asked my friends about it
But all their lips were tight

Lucille, please, come back where you belong
I'm speaking to you, baby
You singin' such a beautiful song

Ah, come one now, Lucille!

Well, I woke up this mornin'
Lucille was not in sight
I asked my friends about it
But all their lips were tight

Lucille, please, come back where you belong, ho!
Yeah, I'm speaking to you, baby
Sing such a beautiful song

Yeah!

Well, Lucille, please, don't do your sister's will, yeah!
Oh! Lucille, please, don't you do your sister's will
Well, lil', You ran off and married
But I love you still


. . .


by Duke Ellington/Bob Russell

Missed the Saturday dance
Heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
Don't Get Around Much Anymore.
Thought I'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
They'd have asked me about you
Don't Get Around Much Anymore.

Oh, darling I guess
My mind's more at ease
But nevertheless
Why bring my memo, why bring my memo,
Why bring my memories.

Been invited on dates
Might have gone but what for
It's awfully different without you
Don't Get Around Much Anymore.

Thought I'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
They'd have asked me about you
Don't Get Around Much Anymore.

Oh, darling I guess
My mind's more at ease
But nevertheless
Why bring my memo, why bring my memo,
Why bring my memories.


. . .

I'm Gonna Be A Wheel Someday

[No lyrics]

. . .

That's All Right Mama

[No lyrics]

. . .

Summertime

[No lyrics]

. . .


by Antoine Domino & Dave Bartholomew

You made me cry when you said goodbye.
Ain't that a shame,
Oh my tears fell like rain.
Ain't that a shame,
You're the one to blame.
You broke my heart when you said we'd part.
Ain't that a shame,
Oh my tears fell like rain.
Ain't that a shame,
You're the one to blame.

You're the one to blame.

You made me cry when you said goodbye.
Ain't that a shame,
Oh my tears fell like rain.
Ain't that a shame,
You're the one to blame.

Oh well good goodbye although I'm gonna cry.
Ain't that a shame,
Oh my tears fell like rain.
Ain't that a shame,

. . .


by E. McDaniel

You're always karkin' 'bout the money I spent,
You never quit screamin' 'bout payin' the rent.
Quit buggin' me, yeah, yeah.
He's crackin' up, yeah, yeah.
He's crackin' up, yeah, yeah.

. . .

Just Because

[No lyrics]

. . .

Midnight Special

[No lyrics]

. . .


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