Carl Perkins
dalszövegek/lyrics

Blue Suede Shoes

Well, it's one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready now go cat go
But don't you, step on my blue suede shoes
You Can do anything
But lay off of my blue suede shoes

You can knock me down, step on my face
Slander my name all over the place
Do anything that you wanna do
But uh uh honey lay off of my shoes
You can do anything
But lay off of my blue suede shoes

You can burn my house, you can steal my car
Drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
Do anything that you wanna do
But uh uh honey lay off of my shoes
But don't you, step on my blue suede shoes
Well, you can do anything
But lay off of my blue suede shoes

Well, it's one for the money, two for the show
Three to get ready, now go cat go
But don't you, step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything
But lay off of my blue suede shoes

Well, it's blue, blue, blue suede shoes
Blue, blue, blue suede shoes, yeh
Well, blue, blue, blue suede shoes
Blue, blue, blue suede shoes
Well, you can do anything
But lay off of my blue suede shoes

Boppin' The Blues

Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
All my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound

Well, the doctor told me, Carl you need no pills.
Yes, the doctor told me, boy, you don't need no pills.

Just a handful of nickels, the juke box will cure your ills.

Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
All them cats are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound

Well, the old cat bug bit me, man, I don't feel no pain
Yeah, that jitterbug caught me, man, I don't feel no pain.
I still love you baby, but I'll never be the same.

I said, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
All my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound

Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
All them cats are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound

Well, grand-pa Don got rhythm and he threw his crutches down.
Oh the old boy Don got rhythm and blues and he threw that crutches down
Grand-ma, he ain't triflin', well the old boy's rhythm bound.

Well, all them cats are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
All my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round
I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound.

A rock bop, rhythm and blues.
A rock bop, rhythm and blues.
A rock rock, rhythm and blues.
A rock rock, rhythm and blues.
Rhythm and blues, it must be goin' round

Everybody Trying To Be My Baby

Well they took some honey from a tree
Dressed it up and they called it me
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby now

I Woke up last night half past four
Fifteen women knockin' at my door
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby now

Went out last night mean to stay late,
fore home I had nineteen dates
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby now

I Woke up last night half past four.
Fifteen women knockin' at my door
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby now

Well they took some honey from a tree
Dressed it up and they called it me
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby now

Glad All Over

Ain't no doubt about it, this must be love
One little kiss from you and I feel glad all over
Ooh baby, hot-dang-dilly, it's so silly but I'm glad all over
I got goose pimples baby, 'cause it feels so good
When you cuttle me like you do and I feel glad all over
Ooh mercy, I'm a real cool pappy and I'm happy
And I'm glad all over
Well your touch goes through me like electric fire
Well, every part of me glows
It don't take much lookin' to see what I got
'Cause it shows, shows!
Come on honey please one more time
Everytime you do, well I feel glad all over
Ooh mercy, hot-dang-dilly, it's so silly but I'm glad all over

Well I'm tryin' to tell you I'm cookin' inside
When we're cheek to cheek
Temperature's low but my fever is hot
I can't speak, I'm so weak
Come on honey-bunny kiss me one more time
Everytime you do, well I feel glad all over
Ooh mercy, hot-dong-dilly, it's so silly but I'm glad all over
Hot-dang-dilly, it's so silly but I'm glad all over
Ooh, hot-dang-dilly, it's so silly but I'm glad all over

Honey Don't

Well how can you say you will when you won't,
Say you do, baby, when you don't?
Let me know, honey, how you feel
Tell the truth how is love real.

But oh well honey don't, well honey don't,
Honey don't, honey don't, honey don't
I say you will when you won't, oh honey, don't.

Well I love you, baby, and you ought to know
I like the way you wear your clothes,
If it's in a batch you were so doggone sweet,
You got that sand all over your feet.

Well sometimes I love you on a Saturday night,
Sunday morning you don't look right.
You've been out painting the town,
uh baby, been stepping around

Let That Jukebox Keep On Playin'

Oh, let that jukebox keep on playin'
Let that record roll around
Let my baby keep on sayin'
She's a lonesome gal in town
Let 'er know that I'll be waitin'
When my lonely days are through
Let the jukebox keep on playin'
Till I'm holdin' you

Oh, let those honky-tonkin' angels
Be the girls I never loved
Let 'em know its you I'm cravin'
It's you I'm dreamin' of
Let 'em know that I'll be waitin'
When my lonely days are through
let the jukebox keep on playin'
Till I'm holdin' you

Oh, let that jukebox keep on playin'
Let that record roll around
Let my baby keep on sayin'
She's a lonesome gal in town
Let 'er know that I'll be waitin'
When my lonely days are through
Let the jukebox keep on playin'
Till I'm holdin' you

Matchbox

Well I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
Yeah I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
I ain't got no matches, but I got a long way to go
I'm an ol' poor boy and a long way from home
I'm an ol' poor boy and a long way from home
Guess I'll never be happy, eveything I do is wrong, yeah

Well let me be your little dog, 'till your big dog comes
Let me be your little dog, 'till your big dog comes
When the big dog gets here, tell him what this little puppy done
Yeah I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
Yeah I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes
I got no matches, got a long way to go
Let 'er go boy, go-go

Movie Magg

Now let me take you to the movies Magg
So I can hold your hand
Well it ain't that I don't like your house
It's just that doggone man
And that dubbel barrel behind the door
It waits for Carl I know
So climb upon ol' Becky's back
And let's ride to the picture show

I only see her once the week
And that's when my work is through
I break new ground the whole week long
With my mind set straight on you
I've polished up my ol' horse becky
And she looks good I know
So climb upon ol' Becky's back
And let's ride to the picture show

Well I slick myself too, Saturdaynight
'Cause there's one thing I know
Now me and that little Maggie dear
We're goin' to the picture show
So look out dad, just back up boy
'Cause you are in the way
We'll see you down at the western show
And we will watch the play

Tennessee

Now there are folks who like to brag about where they came from
But when they start that stuff I let 'em be
But it makes me feel like I wanna brag some
To know that I come from the state of Tennessee

Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville everyday
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old Hillbilly way

Mister Red Foley came from Kentucky
Now, Ernest Tubb down in Texas, don't you see
But if all you folks out there can remember
Mister Eddy Arnold came from Tennessee

Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville everyday
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old hillbilly way

They make bombs they say, that can blow up our world, dear
Well a country boy like me, I will agree
But if all you folks out there can remember
They made the first atomic bomb in Tennessee

Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville everyday
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old hillbilly way

Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville everyday
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old hillbilly way

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