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The Great Twenty-Eight


  1. Maybellene
  2. Thirty Days
  3. You Can't Catch Me
  4. Too Much Monkey Business
  5. Brown Eyed Handsome Man
  6. Roll Over Beethoven
  7. Havana Moon
  8. School Day
  9. Rock And Roll Music
  10. Oh Baby Doll
  11. Reelin' and Rockin'
  12. Sweet Little Sixteen
  13. Johnny B. Goode
  14. Around and Around
  15. Carol
  16. Beautiful Delilah
  17. Memphis Tennessee
  18. Sweet Little Rock and Roller
  19. Little Queenie
  20. Almost Grown
  21. Back In The Usa
  22. Let It Rock
  23. Bye, Bye Johnny
  24. Talking 'Bout You
  25. Come On
  26. Nadine
  27. No Particular Place To Go
  28. I Want to Be Your Driver

More Chuck Berry

  1. You Never Can Tell (C'est La Vie)
  2. My Ding-A-Ling-A-Ling
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Thirty Days

I'm gonna give you thirty days to get back home
I done talked to the gypsey woman on the telephone
She gonna send out a world wide hoodoo
that'll be the very thing that'll suit ya
I'm gonna see that you be back home in thirty days
Oh thirty days (thirty days!)
Oh thirty days (thirty days!)
I'm gonna see that you be back home in thirty days
Gonna send out a world wide hoodoo
that'll be the very thing that'll suit ya
I'm gonna see that you be back home in thirty days.

I done talked to the judge in private early this morning
And he took me to the sheriff's office to sign a warning (warrant?)
Gonna put a false charge again ya (against ya)
That'll be the very thing that'll send ya
I'm gonna see that you be back home in thirty days
Oh thirty days (thirty days)
Oh thirty days (thirty days)
Baby I'm gonna see that you be back home in thirty days
Gonna put a false charge again ya
that'll be the very thing that'll send ya
I'm gonna see that you be back home in thirty days

If I don't get no satisfaction from the judge
I'm gonna take it to the FBI and voice my grudge
If they don't give me no consolation
I'm gonna take it to the United Nations
I'm gonna see that you be back home in thirty days
Oh Thirty Days! (thirty days)
Oh Thirty Days! (thirty days)
Babe I'm gonna see that you be back home in thirty days
You don't give me no consolation
I'm gonna take it to the United Nations
I'm gonna see that you be back home in Thirty Days!


Around And Around

They say the joint was rockin'
a goin' 'round and round
Yeah reelin' and a rockin' what a crazy sound
Well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down

Oh it sounds so sweet I gotta take me a chance
Rose out of my seat just had to dance
Started movin' my feet well a clappin' my hands
Well the joint started

Rockin' Going 'Round and around
Yeah reelin' and a rockin' what a crazy sound
A well they never stopped rockin' till the moon went down

Twelve o'clock
Well the place as packed
Front doors was locked
Well the place was packed
When the police knocked
Both doors flew back
But they kept on a ....

Oh they kept on a....


No Particular Place To Go

Riding along in my automobile
My baby beside me at the wheel
I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile
my curiosity running wild
crusin' and playin' the radio
with no particular place to go

Riding along in my automobile
I's 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 ko-ko-mo
The night was young and the moon was gold
So we both decided to take a stroll
Can you image the way I felt
I couldn't unfasten her safety belt

Riding along in my calaboose
Still trying to get her belt a-loose
all the way home I held a grudge
for the safety belt that wouldn't budge
Crusin' and playing the radio
with no particular place to go


Little Queenie

I got lumps in my throat
When I saw her comin down the aisle
I got the wiggles in my knees
When she looked at me and sweetly smiled
Well there she is again
Standin over by the record machine
Well she looks like a model
On the cover of a magazine
But she's too cute
To be a minute over seventeen

Meanwhile I was thinkin'

Well if she's in the mood
No need to break it
I got the chance and I oughta take it
If she can dance we can make it
C'mon queenie let's shake it

I said go, go, go, little queenie
I said go, go, go, little queenie
I said go, go, go, little queenie

Won't someone tell me
Who's the queen standin over by the record machine
Well she looks like a model
On the cover of a magazine
But she's too cute
To be a minute over seventeen
I said go, go, go, little queenie
I said go, go, go, little queenie
I said go, go, go, little queenie

Meanwhile, I was still thinkin, hmmmm,
Well if it's a slow one
We'll omit it
If it's a rocker, then we'll get it
If it's a good one, she'll admit it
C'mon queenie, let's get with it

I said go, go, go, little queenie
I said go, go, go, little queenie
I said go, go, go, little queenie

I said go, go, go, little queenie
I said go, go, go, little queenie
I said go, go, go, little queenie...


Memphis Tennessee

Long distance information, give me Memphis Tennessee
Help me find the party trying to get in touch with me
She could not leave her number, but I know who placed the call
'Cause my uncle took the message and he wrote it on the wall

Help me, information, get in touch with my Marie
She's the only one who'd phone me here from Memphis Tennessee
Her home is on the south side, high up on a ridge
Just a half a mile from the Mississippi Bridge

Help me, information, more than that I cannot add
Only that I miss her and all the fun we had
But we were pulled apart because her mom did not agree
And tore apart our happy home in Memphis Tennessee

Last time I saw Marie she's waving me good-bye
With hurry home drops on her cheek that trickled from her eye
Marie is only six years old, information please
Try to put me through to her in Memphis Tennessee


Reelin' And Rockin'

Some-times I will, then again I think I won't.
Some-times I will, then again I think I won't.
Some- times I do, then again I think I don't.

Well, I looked at my watch it was nine twenty one
'twas at a rock 'n' roll dance havin' nothin' but fun.
We were rollin' reelin' and a- rockin'.
We were reelin' and a- rockin' and rollin' till the break of dawn

Well, I looked at my watch, it was nine thirty-two,
There's nothin' I'd rather do than dance with you.
We were rollin', reelin' and a-rockin'...

Well, I looked at my watch, it was nine forty-three,
And every time I'd spin, she'd spin with me.
We were reelin', reelin' and a-rockin', ...)

Well, I looked at my watch, it was nine fifty-four,
I said, "Dance ballerina girl, go, go, go! "
We were rollin, reelin' and a-rockin' ...

Well, I looked at my watch, it was ten o-five,
Man, I didn't know whether I was dead or alive!
But I was rollin', reelin' and a-rockin'....

Well, I looked at my watch, it was ten twenty-six,
But I'm a keep on dancin' till I got my kicks!
We were reelin', reelin' and a- rockin'.....

Well, I looked at my watch, it was ten twenty-eight,
I gotta get my kicks before it gets too late!
We were reelin', reelin' and a- rockin' ....

Well, I looked at my watch, it was ten twenty-nine,
I had to hold her hand, she was still holdin' mine!
We were reelin', reelin' and a-rockin'. ....

Well, I looked at my watch, and to my surprise,
I was dancin' with a woman who was twice my size!
We were reelin', reelin' and a-rockin'. .....

Well, I looked at my watch, and it was time to go,
The band leader said, "We ain't playin' no mo' ! "
We were reelin', reelin', and a-rockin'....


Talking 'Bout You

Ah, ha, ha, ha, da, dah-um-dah
Ah, ha, ha, dah-um-dah, da
Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ah, ha, ha-um-ha da

Who knows how to love me (talkin' about you)
In my way (talkin' about you)
Nobody but you (talkin' about you)
Talkin' about you (talkin' about you)
You know how to love me
In my way
Nobody but you
I do mean you, you, you!
Know how to love me
In my way
You're always there
Every night and day
Nobody but you
I do mean you
Talkin' 'bout you
Whoa-oh yeah

I'm gonna talk
Talk about you
Every day
Every night
You know on Monday
I'm gonna talk
On Tuesday
I'm gonna talk
All day Wednesday
I'm gonna talk

Every day (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Every night (hey-ay-ay-ay)
It's alright (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Gonna talk (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Talkin' 'bout (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Tell my brother (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Tell my mother (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Tell my sister (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Tell my father (hey-ay-ay-ay)

Come on (shout)
You make me (shout)
You make me (shout)
You're makin' me (shout)
Feel like I wanna (shout)
Jump up now (shout)
Come on now (shout)
Everybody (shout)
Everybody (shout)
I'm feelin' (shout)
That I wanna (shout)


You Never Can Tell

It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the madamoiselle
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 an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,
But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' 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
Seven hundred little records, all rock, 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 jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53,
They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary
It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely madamoiselle
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell


Bye, Bye Johnny

She drew out all her money out of the Southern Trust
And put her little boy aboard a Greyhound Bus
Leaving Louisiana for the Golden West
Down came the tears from her happiness
Her own little son name 'o Johnny B. Goode
Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood

Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye bye Johnny
Good bye Johnny B. Goode

She remembered taking money out from gathering crop
And buying Johnny's guitar at a broker shop
As long as he would play it by the railroad side
And wouldn't get in trouble he was satisfied
But never thought that there would come a day like this
When she would have to give her son a goodby kiss

Going
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye bye Johnny
Good bye Johnny B. Goode

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 'em by the railroad track
So every time they heard the locomotive roar
They'd be a' standin', a' wavin' by the kitchen door

Howling
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Bye bye Johnny
Good bye Johnny B. Goode


My Ding-A-Ling-A-Ling

When I was a little biddy boy
My grandma bought me a cute little toy
Two Silver bells on a string
She told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling

My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling
My Ding-A-Ling My Ding-A-Ling won't you play with My Ding-A-Ling

When I was little boy In Grammar school
Always went by the very best rule
But Evertime the bell would ring
You'd catch me playing with my ding-a-ling

Once while climbing the garden wall,
Slipped and fell had a very bad fall
I fell so hard I heard birds sing,
But I held on to My ding-a-ling

Once while swimming cross turtle creek
Man them snappers right at my feet
Sure was hard swimming cross that thing
with both hands holding my dingaling

Now this here song it ain't so bad
Prettiest little song that you ever had
And those of you who will not sing
must be playing with your on Ding-a-ling


Let It Rock

In The Heat Of The Day Down In Mobile Alabama
Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer
Gotta make some money to buy some brand new shoes
Tryin' to find somebody to take away these blues
"She don't love me" hear them singing in the sun
Payday's coming and my work is all done

Later in the evening when the sun is sinking low
All day I been waiting for the whistle to blow
Sitting in a teepee built right on the tracks
Rolling them bones until the foreman comes back
Pick up you belongings boys and scatter about
We've got an off-schedule train comin’ two miles about

Everybody's scrambling, running around
Picking up their money, tearing the teepee down
Foreman wants to panic, ‘bout to go insane
Trying to get the workers out the way of the train
Engineer blows the whistle loud and long
Can't stop the train, gotta let it roll on


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