King Creole

King creole

(Orig. = Capo 3)

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There's a man in New Orleans who plays Rock and Roll.

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He's a guitar man with a great big soul.

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He lays down a beat like a ton of coal. He goes by the name of King Creole.

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You know he's gone, gone, gone, jumpin' like a catfish on a pole,

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you know he's gone, gone, gone, hipshaking King Cre ole.

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When the king starts to do it, it's as good as done.

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He holds his guitar like a tommy gun.

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He starts to growl from 'way down in his throat.

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He bends a string and "that's all she wrote".

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You know he's gone, gone, gone, jumpin' like a catfish on a pole,

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you know he's gone, gone, gone, hipshaking King Cre ole.

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Well he sings a song about a crawdad hole. He sings a song about a jelly roll.

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He sings a song about meat and greens. He wails some blues about New Orleans.

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You know he's gone, gone, gone, jumpin' like a catfish on a pole,

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you know he's gone, gone, gone, hipshaking King Cre ole.

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Well he plays something evil then, he plays something sweet.

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No matter what he plays, you got to get up on your feet.

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When he gets the rockin' fever, baby, heaven sakes,

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he don't stop playin' 'till the guitar breaks.

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You know he's gone, gone, gone, jumpin' like a catfish on a pole,

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you know he's gone, gone, gone, hipshaking King Cre ole.