Chuck Berry Album

Yes, oh yes, Long Distance, I抣l accept the charge, I抣l pay
Which love one is calling me, I did not hear you say.
Both are deep within my hearth, her Mom and my Marie
It抯 so good to hear your voice from Memphis, Tennessee

Oh, you mean so much to me, more than you抣l ever know,
Surely, you have not forgot how much I love you so
If you would remember, Dear, and sometimes talk to me
Maybe that would reunite our home in Tennessee.

Last time I saw you, just before I had to leave
You did not want to see me off and promised not to grieve,
My hearth was tore apart as I looked back at my Marie
And there the peace is still remain with you in Tennessee.

I guess I should stop talking; after all you placed the call
But anyway that I can help, you know I抣l help you all
Then she spoke and asked me to come back and see Marie
And live together in our home in Memphis, Tennessee.

Hello little Suzie, hello little Suzie
Can I walk home with, can I walk home with you ?
To see will your mother and your father
Let us have a rendezvous

'Cause I want you to be my, be my little loved one
I will be true to you, to you my love, in every way
And in our little rendezvous we'll have
A beautiful wedding day

Then I'll build a spaceship with a heavy payload
We'll go 'bip-bip-bip' way out in the wide open blue
Where we can love one another
In our little rendezvous

We'll take a basket, a short wave radio
A-tunin' on the record shows all over the whole wide world
And in our little rendezvous there'll be
A happy boy and girl

We'll kiss the moon, my love, go around the world
We'll send a signal back to mom and dad from me and you
Tell them they'll soon have a grandson
In our little rendezvous

Bip-bip-bip, bip-bip-bip
Bip-bip, bip-bip...

Ridin' along in my automobile
My baby beside me at the wheel
I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile
My curiosity runnin' wild
Cruisin' and playin' the radio
With no particular place to go

Ridin' along in my automobile
I'se 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 the Kokomo
The night was young and the moon was bold
So we both decided to take a stroll
Can you imagine the way I felt?
I couldn't unfasten her safety belt!

Ridin' along in my calaboose
Still tryin' to get her belt unloose
All the way home I held a grudge,
But the safety belt, it wouldn't budge
Cruisin' and playin' the radio
With no particular place to go

Let's throw a twilight cookout,
We two, you two, no more;
‘Way out somewhere in the country,
Where we've never been before.

Let's throw it on a weekend,
We two, you two, no more;
And lounge away a holiday,
Like we've never done before.

We'll bring the rounds and some jazzy sound,
To play by a cozy fire,
You two roast wieners and we'll toast the buns
And we'll chow till the night grows nigh'er.

We'll call for you on the weekend,
We two, you two, no more;
And ride out somewhere in the country air,
Just a cozy clan of four.

I left my home in Norfolk Virginia,
California on my mind.
Straddled that Greyhound, rode him past Raleigh,
On across Caroline.

Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
And we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.

We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle,
Half way 'cross Alabam,
And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham.

Straight off, I bought me a through train ticket,
Ridin' cross Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans.

Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town.
There's people there who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let the poor boy down.

Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit,
Put luggage in my hands,
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land.

Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the Golden State;
The pilot told me in thirteen minutes
We'd be headin' in the terminal gate.

Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone;
Cut your engines, cool your wings,
And let me make it to the telephone.

Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia,
Tidewater four ten O nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
And the poor boy's on the line.

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

Bobby band a-rockin'
And the bobby soxer's doing the twist
It's a bobby soxer beat
And you can rock it any way you wish
Work out, bobby soxer, you can
Wiggle like a whimsical fish

Go, go, bobby soxer
Go, go, bobby soxer
Go, go, bobby soxer
Go, go, bobby soxer
When the weekend comes
You'll be right back rockin' some more

Bobby soxer dancin'
But she keeps peepin' on the stand
Bobby soxer's got a crush
On a beatle in the bobby band
Love bug sure gonna bite her
If the beatle even wave his hand

Twist on, bobby soxer
But don't forget the bobby rule
It's getting late, bobby soxer
And the teacher teachin' you in school
And tomorrow morning, bobby soxer
You'll be back in school

Things that I used to do,
Some I won't do no more
Things that I used to do
Some I won't do no more

Used to sit and hold your hand, baby
Begging?you, not today

Used to search all night for you baby
And I search always anything
Used to search all night for you baby
And I search always anything
Yeah, and I'm new alone again, darlin'
You was out somewhere with your other man

I'm gonna send you back to your mother, baby
Or I'm gonna back to my family too
I'm gonna send you back to your mother, baby
Or I'm gonna back to my family too

Nothing I ever do pleases you, darlin'
Or I just can't get along with you.

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Merry Christmas, baby, you really did treat me nice
Merry Christmas, baby, you really did treat me nice
Bought me a hi-fi for Christmas, now I'm living in paradise
Well, I'm feelin' mighty fine, I got good music on my radio
Well, I feel so fine, I got good music on my radio
Yes, I wanna hug and kiss you baby
While you're standing beneath the mistletoe.

Santa came down the chimney, 'bout a half past three
Left all these pretty presents that you see before me
Merry Christmas baby, you really been good to me.

I will always love you baby
Now I'm happy as I can be.

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