Chuck Berry Album

Oh, Louisiana, I stayed away from you too long
Oh, Louisiana, how can a true love go so wrong ?
She put me in shame and in sorrow and I come home tomorrow
Oh, Louisiana

Oh, Louisiana, yea, yea, Creole baby, Cajun queens
Quaint porches and windows, filet de gumbo, the Basin beans
Your beautiful Delta and bayous in greens
Oh, Louisiana

Oh, Louisiana, yea-e-e, yea, I'm flyin' on Delta Nine-o-three
Right over St. Louis, high over Memphis, Tennessee
On southward to the sea, where I long to be
Oh, Louisiana

Oh, o, Louisiana, yea, yea, them Yankee nights are cold and long
Oh, Louisiana, she broke my heart and wrecked my home
She shamed me in sorrow, to face my tomorrow
Oh, take me back, oh, Louisiana

I don't need no fields of whiskey
Don't indulge in beer or wine
But baby, you turn me on
And blow my ever-lovin' mind
Now, let's do our thing together
Go out and have a balling time
You know I dig you doing your thing
And I'll turn you on when I do mine

I'm not a blue-blood or a scholar
Just a hard-workin' boy
And after five long days
My body needs a little joy
Now, let's do our thing together
Go out and have a balling time
You know I dig you doing your thing
And I'll turn you on when I do mine

I am solid, sane and sober
And I'm over twenty-one
What I see is what I want
And what I want is you right on
Now, let's do our thing together
Go out and have a balling time
You know I dig you doing your thing
And I'll turn you on when I do mine

I'm in the mood for a little rockin'
You got to shake it up and shout
You been a little uptight lately
I'm goin' let it all hang out
Let's do our thing together
Go out and have a balling time
You know I dig you doing your thing

[No lyrics]

Berry

Havin' a nationwide festival for fourteen days and nights
Ah, there's fifty four bands on a river boat spot in the lights
Hundred of bands and tents all on the banks of the Ohio
Bandstands floatin' from Paducah to Cairo
Be over a million freaks there diggin' the sights.

There's so many beautiful people there to love and cheer
Some of the greatest guitar playin' in the western hemisphere
Got the Who, the Band from across the north border
Canned Heat, The Fifth Dimension, Creedence Clearwater
Oh, brother Hendrix, sister Joplin, we wish you were here.

Early in the mornin' Johnny Cash and old Elvis got loose
The Who, Vanilla Fudge and the Woolies start paying their dues
All evening Ike Turner and Aretha right on the Drifters
And the Coasters and the Loading Zone
All night Howlin' Wolf and Muddy Waters in a battlin' mood.

Oh, what a beautiful show, was sitting right up under the microphone
Diggin' the Grateful Dead, Little Richard and the Rolling Stones
Ray Charles, Led Zeppelin and the Everly Brothers
Bad Bo Diddley and the Beatles and some others
Everybody's laying back and freaking out all week long.

Looks like I'll go on through my life bound in sorrow
I'm a loser right from the start
Now I've lost the only one I really loved
And I'm bound to this pain in my heart

I am bound because I am so much in love with you
And I know that this love's all in vain
When you let anyone have the love you say is mine
It proves to me I'm a loser again

I am bound with so many sweet memories of you
What more can a poor loser do ?
I can't change your ways, I can't make you love me more
I am bound to this crave I have for you

I was bound to lose you when I first fell in love with you
I thought I'd try and love again
Oh, I lost, but kept my chin up and I would pull through every time
But losing you has laid my head in my hands

So long, Jean, got a little show, thanks for the Bordeaux
I got to go, push my pirough way down the bayou
They got a band up on the stand and a beautiful light show
Au revoir, Jean, dig the show from up on the plateau

In my pirough, with my Bordeaux, out on the bayou
Creeping along, singing a song, c'est, c'est bon, bon
Playing the music on my acoustic Spanish guitaro
Having a duet with my coquette out on the bayou

It's growing night, we've got no lights out on the bayou
Beautiful trip, think we'll sip some of my Bordeaux
Two more miles going wild to play my acoustic
See them stand to clap their hands to hear my music

One more mile, we rested awhile and sipped on some Bordeaux
While we's grooving, a fog was moving in on the bayou
On my knee, just couldn't see the front of my pirough
We didn't mind, we just reclined and sipped some more Bordeaux

Ay-ay, Jean, I missed the show up on the plateau
Si vous plait, push my pirough back up the bayou
No see the band, no see the stand, no see the light show
Ahh, Jean, we had a show out on the bayou

Well, I'm goin' out to San Francisco
They tell me ev'rything out there is really all right
All the boys are coolin' on the corner
The little girls out there are really out of sight
You know I'm gonna dig all the latest hap'nin's
And keep my dues paid ev'ry night

Went on a little trip last night
And the boys was playin' some of them old Fillmore Blues
And ev'ry head was right on in there diggin'
Beautiful vibrations, had some heavy grooves
My chick was right on in there with me in heaven
Yes, we were payin' our San Francisco dues

Come on over to me, baby
I want you to satisfy my blues
I want you to let me know how much you really love me
You can tell me any old way you choose
While we lay back and dig the music
And pay our San Francisco dues

Rock it, g'on jerk it, child, work it
Rock it, g'on take it, child, shake it
Rock it, singing the song
Viva, viva, rockin' along

Grandma and Grandpa did the Charleston Rug
Aunt Mary and Uncle Joe, they did the Jitterbug
My sister used to do the Twist and Shout
But I'm with the Go-Go, I'm workin' out

Rock on, g'on jerk it, child, work it
Rock on, go 'head and shake it
I can take it
Rock on, oh, my soul
Viva, viva, Rock and Roll
Rock and Roll

My mother had my sister learning Bach and Strauss
For years it was the only music in our house
But I got my guitar and I rearranged Bach
And came up with some good old folk and country rock

Rock on, go 'head and jerk it, child, work it
Rock on, go 'head and take it
I can shake it
Rock on, oh, my soul
Viva, viva, Rock and Roll

When I build my home,
That I shall have some day;
It'll be like I want it
Oh - and I mean that in every way.

I have yet to see any
that would cope with the style -
Of the house that I dream of;
That I'll build after a while.

The roof of it will have peak lines,
and contours that dip;
and form shadowy eaves,
where the little raindrops can drip.

... That sweet pitter patter,
of raindrops at play -
is such a beautiful sound
on a quiet gloomy day.

You know, when the wind is high,
And the storm gods race,
and I'll be snugged up
by my fire-place.

Maybe feeding my little dog,
or playing with my little cat.
But unconsciously yearning,
and wonderin' where you're at.

But when the meadow is shadowed
by that old sinking sun;
And the roses are bowing
for the dew drops to come;

At my old upright piano,
with pure ivory keys,
I'll just plunk out some vibrations
of whatever I please.

Sometimes it'll be classics,
sometimes lullabies;
But mostly rock n' roll
- that I'll surely improvise.

And with my favourite guitar,
I'll be just strummin' away
and bidding goodbye,
to another beautiful day.

A portrait of my angel,
That I love most of all -
I'll have painted from a snapshot
onto my bedroom wall.

Where the suns warm rays,
and the moon's cold beam
Will cast her reflection,
as I lay there and dream.

You know, I can't deny
- but it makes me so sad,
When I think that I've lost
All that I could have had.

It was best for her -
And I guess I, I know;
That she measured my love -
and then asked me to go.

Then Finally my house,
I will have it complete.
And I'll take up a smoke,
Sitting by the window sill.

And I'll read my many books
that I'll have in my bachelors nest;
While the sun goes drooping
- down in the west.

And I'll feel that gold,
warm light on my face;
And then I'll start trippin'
to some far off place.

That through all of my travels,
I must have missed somewhere -
A place that I might find
my angel someday.

And I'll leave all that I have
to the gods, up above;
and go spend my life searching
for the angel, that I love.

For all of my dreams,
would be but a souvenir;
compared to the one
that I love so dear.

I saw you when you came in this morning
All chummy with somebody new
And I was all alone this morning
In sorrrow still loving you

I know it shows, I'm broken hearted
This feelin' just won't go away
I've been so lonesome since we parted
And I'll be blue again in school today

Lonely school days do I have when you
Come to school with someone new
In my deepest sorrow over losing you
Lonely school days keep me blue

I saw you eating in the lunch room
Right where we used to sit and dine
With someone snugged up close beside you
Enjoying pleasures that were mine

You talk to them along the hallways
You walk with them to classes too
You leave and go with them of evenings
And I go home alone and blue