Johnny B. Goode Johnny B. Goode Mabellene
Rock & Roll Music Rock & Roll Music No Particular Place to Go
Roll Over Beethoven School Days
Bye Bye Johnny Carol Carol
C'est La Vie Nadine Nadine
(You Never Can Tell)

Johnny B. Goode

Way down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode...
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. 
(Chorus)
Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johnny B. Goode 
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play 
(Chorus) 
His mama told him someday he would be a man,
And he would be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear him play his music when the sun go down
Maybe someday his name would be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight. 
(Chorus)
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Mabellene

Mabellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Mabellene, 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 Mabellene 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. 
Mabellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Mabellene, 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. 
Mabellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Mabellene, 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. 
Mabellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Mabellene, 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 Mabellene at the top of the hill. 
Mabellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Mabellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing the things you used to do. 
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No Particular Place to Go

Ridin' along in my automobile
My baby beside me at the wheel
I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile
My curiosity runnin' wild
Cruisin' and playin' the radio
With no particular place to go 
Ridin' along in my automobile
I'se anxious to tell her the way I feel,
So I told her softly and sincere,
And she leaned and whispered in my ear
Cuddlin' more and drivin' slow,
With no particular place to go 
No particular place to go,
So we parked way out on the Kokomo
The night was young and the moon was bold
So we both decided to take a stroll
Can you imagine the way I felt?
I couldn't unfasten her safety belt! 
Ridin' along in my calaboose
Still tryin' to get her belt unloose
All the way home I held a grudge,
But the safety belt, it wouldn't budge
Cruisin' and playin' the radio
With no particular place to go
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Rock & Roll Music

Just let me hear some of that
Rock And Roll Music,
Any old way you choose it;
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it,
Any old time you use it.
It's gotta be Rock And Roll Music,
If you want to dance with me,
If you want to dance with me. 
I've got no kick againt modern jazz,
Unless they try to play it too darn fast;
And change the beauty of the melody,
Until they sounded like a symphony,
That's why I go for that
Rock And Roll Music ... 
Don't care to hear 'em play a tango,
I'm in the mood to dig a mambo;
It's way to early for a congo,
So keep a rockin' that piano
So I can hear some of that
Rock And Roll Music ...
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Roll Over Beethoven

I'm gonna write a little letter, 
gonna mail it to my local DJ.
It's a rockin' rhythm record 
I want my jockey to play.
Roll Over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today. 
You know, my temperature's risin' 
and the jukebox blows a fuse.
My heart's beatin' rhythm 
and my soul keeps on singin' the blues.
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tschaikowsky the news. 
I got the rockin' pneumonia, 
I need a shot of rhythm and blues.
I think I'm rollin' arthiritis 
sittin' down by the rhythm review.
Roll Over Beethoven rockin' in two by two. 
Well, if you feel you like it
go get your lover, then reel and rock it.
Roll it over and move on up just
a trifle further and reel and rock it,
roll it over,
Roll Over Beethoven rockin' in two by two. 
Well, early in the mornin' I'm a-givin' you a warnin' 
don't you step on my blue suede shoes.
Hey diddle diddle, I am playin' my fiddle,
ain't got nothin' to lose.
Roll Over Beethoven and tell Tschaikowsky the news. 
You know she wiggles like a glow worm,
dance like a spinnin' top.
She got a crazy partner, 
oughta see 'em reel and rock.
Long as she got a dime the music will never stop. 
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven,
Roll Over Beethoven and dig these rhythm and blues. 
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School Days

Up in the mornin' and out to school
The teacher is teachin' the Golden Rule
American history and practical math
You studyin' hard and hopin' to pass
Workin' your fingers right down to the bone
And the guy behind you won't leave you alone 
Ring, ring goes the bell
The cook in the lunch room's ready to sell
You're lucky if you can find a seat
You're fortunate if you have time to eat
Back in the classroom, open your books
Keep up the teacher don't know how mean she looks (?) 
Soon as three o'clock rolls around
You finally lay your burden down
Close up your books, get out of your seat
Down the halls and into the street
Up to the corner and 'round the bend
Right to the juke joint, you go in 
Drop the coin right into the slot
You're gotta hear somethin' that's really hot
With the one you love, you're makin' romance
All day long you been wantin' to dance,
Feeling the music from head to toe
Round and round and round we go 
Drop the coin right into the slot
You're gotta hear somethin' that's really hot
With the one you love, you're makin' romance
All day long you been wantin' to dance,
Feeling the music from head to toe
Round and round and round we go 
Hail, hail rock and roll
Deliver me from the days of old
Long live rock and roll
The beat of the drums, loud and bold
Rock, rock, rock and roll
The feelin' is there, body and soul.
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Bye Bye Johnny
(Chuck Berry)

Well she drew out all her money out from southern trust
And put a little boy aboard a greyhound bus
Leaving Lousiana for the golden west
Down came her tears from her happiness
Her own little son named Johnny B Goode
Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood

Bye bye bye bye
Bye bye bye bye
Bye bye Johnny bye bye Johnny B Goode

Well she remember taking money out from gathering crops
And buying Johnny's guitar at a broker shop
As long as he could play it by the railroad side
And wouldn't get in trouble she'd be satisfied
Never thought there'd ever come a day like this
When she would gladly give her son a goodbye kiss

Bye bye bye bye
Bye bye bye bye
Bye bye Johnny bye bye Johnny B Goode

Well she finally got the letter she was dreaming of
Johnny wrote and told her he had fell in love
As soon as he was married he would bring her back
And build a mansion for her by the railroad tracks
And everytime they heard the locomotive roar
They'd be a standing, waving in the kitchen door

Howling bye bye bye bye
Now bye bye bye bye
Bye bye Johnny bye bye Johnny B Goode
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Carol
(Chuck Berry)

Oh, Carol
Don't let 'em steal your heart away
Well I'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and day

Climb into my machine so we can groove on out
I know a swinging little joint we can jump and shout
It takes you far back off the highway not so long a ride
You park your car out in the open you can walk inside
A little cutie takes your hat and you can thank her ma'am
'Cause every time you make the scene you find the joint is jammed

Oh Carol
Don't let 'em steal your heart away
Well I'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and day

Yeah if you want to hear some boogie like the boys'll play
Hol' tight pat your foot don' let it carry you 'way
Don't let the heat overcome you when they play so loud
Yeah, don't the music intrigue you when they get a crowd
Yeah now you can't dance I know you would 'f you could
I got my eyes on you sugar cause you dance so good

Oh Carol
Don't let 'em steal your heart away
Why I'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and day

Don't let her steal your heart away
Why I got to learn to dance if it takes me all night and day
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C'est La Vie (You Never Can Tell)
(Chuck Berry)

It was a teen-aged wedding
And the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre
Truly loved the mademoiselle
And now the young Monsieur and Madame
Have rung the chapel bell
C'est La Vie say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell

They furnished off the apartment
With a two room tag-end sale
The coolerator was crammed
With TV dinners and Ginger Ale
But when Pierre found work
The little money come in, worked out well
C'est La Vie say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell

They had a hi-fi phono
Boy, did they let it blast
700 little records
All rock and rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down
The rapid tempo of the music fell
C'est La Vie say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell

They bought a souped up chitney
Was cherry red fifty-three
Drove it down to Orleans
To celebrate their anniversary
It was their where Pierre was wedded
To the lovely mademoiselle
C'est La Vie say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell

It was a teen-aged wedding
And the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre
Truly loved the mademoiselle
And now the young Monsieur and Madame
Have rung the chapel bell
C'est La Vie say the old folks
It goes to show you never can tell
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Nadine

I got 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 this bus

Nadine, honey is that you?
Oh, Nadine. Honey, is that you? 
Seems like every time I see you Darling you got something else to do

[Alternate verse: Seems like every time I catch you, 
datcha you're up to something new]

I saw her from the corner when she turned and doubled back
And started walkin' toward a coffee colored cadillac
I was pushin' through the crowd to get to where she's at
And I was campaign shouting like a southern diplomat

Downtown searching for her, looking all around. 
Saw her getting in a yellow cab heading up town. 
I caught a loaded taxi, paid up everybody's tab.
With a twenty dollar bill, told him 'catch that yellow cab.'

She move around like a wave of summer breeze,
go, driver, go, go, catch her balmy breeze. 
Moving thru the traffic like a mounted cavalier.
Leaning out the taxi window trying to make her hear.
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