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There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll He's a guitar man With a great big soul He lays down a beat Like a ton of coal He goes by the name of King Creole You know he's gone, gone, gone Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole You know he's gone, gone, gone Hip shaking King Creole When the king starts to do it It's as good as done He holds his guitar like a tommy gun He starts to growl From way down his throat He bends a string And "that's all she wrote" Well, he sings a song about a crawdad hole He sings a song about a jelly roll He sings a song about pork and greens He sings some blues about New Orleans Well, he plays something evil Then he plays something sweet No matter how he plays You got to get up on your feet When he gets the rockin' fever baby, heaven sakes He don't stop playin' 'Till his guitar breaks |
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Well down in New Orleans at the Golden Goose
I grabbed a green-eyed dolly that was on the loose Well I dig that music, well she said me too I said pretty baby come on and let's do The Dixieland rock Well the Dixieland rock Let your hair down Sugar, shake it free And do the Dixieland rock with me With the blue light shining on her swinging hips She got the drummer so nervous that he lost his sticks The cornet player hit a note that's flat The tromboner hit him while the poor cat sat The Dixieland rock Well the Dixieland rock Let your hair down Sugar, shake it free And do the Dixieland rock with me I was all pooped out and when the clock struck four But she said no daddy can't leave the floor She wore a clinging dress that fit so tight She couldn't sit down so we danced all night The Dixieland rock Well the Dixieland rock Let your hair down Sugar, shake it free And do the Dixieland rock with me Let your hair dance Sugar, shake it And do the Dixieland rock with me |
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There's a man in New Orleans
Who plays rock and roll He's a guitar man With a great big soul He lays down a beat Like a ton of coal He goes by the name of King Creole You know he's gone, gone, gone Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole You know he's gone, gone, gone Hip shaking King Creole When the king starts to do it It's as good as done He holds his guitar like a tommy gun He starts to growl From way down his throat He bends a string And "that's all she wrote" Well, he sings a song about a crawdad hole He sings a song about a jelly roll He sings a song about pork and greens He sings some blues about New Orleans Well, he plays something evil Then he plays something sweet No matter how he plays You got to get up on your feet When he gets the rockin' fever baby, heaven sakes He don't stop playin' 'Till his guitar breaks |
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