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Chuck Berry
Chuck Berry


Background information
Birth name Charles Edward Anderson Berry
Born October 18, 1926
Born place St. Louis, Missouri, U.S.
Genre(s) Rock'n'Roll
Years active 1955—present
Label(s) Mercury Records
Atco Records
Website Website



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Chuck Berry Album



1965
1.
2.
Run Joe
3.
4.
One for My Baby (And One More for the Road)
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8.
9.
Merrily We Rock and Roll
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12.
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It wasn't me, baby, no it wasn't me, baby
It must have been some other body, uh uh, baby, it wasn't me

Said he was cold, tired and hungry, came a-beggin' for bread
The lady took him and fed him breakfast in bed
It wasn't me, Boss, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
It must have been some other body, uh uh, Boss, it wasn't me

You say you saw my car parked in the drive-in one night
Came over to speak to me, I was out of sight
I wasn't me, baby, uh uh, baby, it wasn't me
It must have been some other body, uh uh, Sarge, it wasn't me

Yes, a shrewd young whipper snapper love to run and play
But the draft got him, they inducted him today
It wasn't me, Sarge, uh uh, Sarge, it wasn't me
It must have been some other body, uh uh, Sarge, it wasn't me

I met a German girl in England who was goin' to school in France
Said we dance in Mississippi at a Alpha Kappa dance
It wasn't me, Officer, no, Officer, it wasn't me
It must have been some other body, uh uh, Officer, it wasn't me

Wailin' down the freeway, testing out the cruisin' power
State trooper trailing, clocked him ninety miles per hour
It wasn't me, Sheriff; Uh huh, Sheriff, it wasn't me
Ah! It must have been some other body, uh uh, Sheriff, it wasn't me

Calling for brave young soldiers, needed on the front row
Lieutenant said, "Which one of y'all volunteer to go?"
It wasn't me, Captain, uh uh, Captain, it wasn't me
It must have been some other body, uh uh, Captain, it wasn't me

. . .

Run Joe

[No lyrics]

. . .


Every day we're gonna rock and roll
Rock and roll, rock and roll
Every day we're gonna rock and roll, gonna
Rock out a little bit of soul

Every day we're gonna go, go, go
Gonna kick off the shoes and dance on the floor
Every day we're gonna go, go, go, gonna
Go, go, a little bit of soul

Every day we're gonna twist and shout
Hold back, baby, come on, work out
Every day we're gonna twist and shout, gonna
Twist and shout a little soul

Every day we're gonna shake, shake, shake
Come on, Grandpa, you ain't got no back ache
Every day we're gonna shake, shake, shake, gonna
Shake a little bit of soul

Every day we're gonna turn it on
Gonna turn it on, gonna turn it on
Every day we're gonna turn it on, gonna
Turn on a little bit of soul

Every day we're gonna rock and roll
'Round the clock, rock and roll
Every day we're gonna rock and roll, gonna
Rock out a little bit of soul

. . .

One for My Baby (And One More for the Road)

[No lyrics]

. . .


Hello, pretty baby
How did your vacation go ?
You know I long to be with you
Because I really missed you so
You must have many things to tell me
But only one I yearn to know

Shall we dance, pretty baby
And does your love for me remain ?
It's been a long hot summer
With no one to entertain
Ah, it's really boss to hold your hand, baby
Dance and talk with you again

Bye, bye for now
But I shall call you on the phone
I want to tell you how boss it was
To have been your chaperone
And if you choose me for your steady
Darling, you'll never walk alone

. . .


I am tired of you telling me what I ought to do
Stickin' your nose in my business and it don't concern you
It's my own business, it's my own business
Seems like the ones that want to tell you
They don't ever know as much as you

If I go buy a Cadillac convertible coupe
And all I got at home to eat is just onion soup
It's my own business, it's my own business
If I would rather ride around
In my own Cadillac convertible coupe

If I's a dignatary on Capitol Hill
And up and married me a waitress in a hot dog grill
It's my own business, it's my own business
Because I am not a juvenile
And I can go out at my own free wil

After workin' on my job and then drawin' my pay
If I want to go out and have a ball and throw it all away
It's my own business, it's my own business
'Cause I don't wait until tomorrow
To do something I could do today

. . .


Way down south in Louisiana, up under the Delta heat, child
There's an old boy plays an electric guitar right off Rampart Street

Sometimes a Go-Go girl come in with him, she be shakin' out a Mojo beat
That old boy sure pick some old mean guitar right off Rampart Street

Stays crowded every time he's there, people come there from near and far
I don't think nobody knows his name, they just know it's a Go-Go guitar
They just know it's a Go-Go guitar

Way down south in Louisiana, up under the Delta heat, child
Go see that old boy play his guitar right off Rampart Street
Right off Rampart Street

. . .


Si llegó el momento ya de separarnos
En silencio el corazón dice y suspira:
Vaya con Dios mi vida
Vaya con Dios mi amor
Las campanas de la iglesia suenan tristes
Y parece que al sonar también te dicen:
Vaya con Dios mi vida
Vaya con Dios mi amor
Adonde vayas tú yo iré contigo
En sueños siempre junto a ti junto estaré,
Mi voz escucharás dulce amor mío
Pensando como estarás
Volvernos siempre a ver
La alborada al despertar feliz te espera
Si en tu corazón yo voy, a donde quieras
Vaya con Dios mi vida, vaya con Dios mi amor....

. . .

Merrily We Rock and Roll

[No lyrics]

. . .


I got a nineteen sixty-six cherry red Mustang Ford.
It抯 got a three hundred and eighty five horsepower over load
You know it抯 way too fast to be crawlin?on these interstate roads.

I broke her in at the airport on a runway at the J.F.K.
I just touched the gas pedal and like to ran off into Jamaica Bay
I had to spin the wheels backwards or the momentum would have carried me away

It抯 getting?to be a big problem trying to figure the best possible route
I tried to stop in Indianapolis once, and had to back up from Terre Haute
But now I can slow and stop her with my windbreaker parachute

. . .


There was Adam, happy as a man could be
Till Eve got him messin' with that old apple tree

Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time

Lot took his wife down to the corner for a malted
She wouldn't mind her business, boy, did she get salted

Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time
Samson thought Delilah was on the square
Till one night she clipped him all his hair

Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time

From our history books we all learned
Nero fiddled while Rome was burned

Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time

Marie Antoinette met some hungry cats at the gate
They was crying for bread, she said, "Let them eat cake"

Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time

You can buy a woman clothes
And give her money on the side
No matter what you do
She ain't never satisfied
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
Ain't that just like a woman?
They'll do it every time

. . .


In the wee hours of the morning
After all have gone to bed
Yes, I go all to myself
Think of things that you have said
Yeah, but I fall asleep, do you wonder
If there is anything for me ahead

I fell in love with you, baby
Before I even held your hand
And you were still in your teens
Too young to understand
But when you looked at me and smiled, darling
That's when it all began

You know I was just sitting here thinking
About the things we used to do
Ah, but you now belong to someone else
And I'm still in love with you
You know I wonder, I wonder
Will I ever be back with you

. . .


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