D'un bon matin, le pere 'Thanase Desrosiers S'est depeche a s'habiller pour aller cri le medecin Y part en p'tit boggie Ti gidd'up, ti gidd'up, pis envoye
(John Lee Hooker) Well, hey hey When I first came to town, people I was walking down Hastings Street I heard everybody talking about Henry's Swing Club
Cadillac, BlackJack, get down Boot scootin' boogie Out in the country, past the city limits sign Well, there?s a honky tonk, near the county line The
Movimiento, pura convulsion, mi cadera se puede partir. Negro ritmo, negra sensacion, ya no aguanto esa forma de vivir. Hoy se escondio detras de mis
Traduzione: Rolling Stones. Boggie Chillun.
: D'un bon matin, le pere 'Thanase Desrosiers S'est depeche a s'habiller pour aller cri le medecin Y part en p'tit boggie Ti gidd'up, ti gidd'up, pis
When I'm done with this cruel world plant me a rose let it grow on my grave as I rest at last I'll be going home. as I lay there down beneath my rose
Up all night building forts for fighting fitful thoughts for us. She sits in the kitchen Twitch-twitch. Twitching in the kitchen Twitch-twitch. O shake
One come along with a bit of night between Felt a little ping rattling and the nothing new Laughing and laughing or trying to. Trying to stop Smiling
My eyes can't connect with your's Your eyes and smile paralyze me My hands can't touch your face Every expression on your face melts my heart I'd do
BE SCARED OF MY FACE! WHY RUSTY LOCK DOESN'T CLICK ANYMORE? NO ONE OPENS THE FOLDING DOOR ALMOST SEVENTY YEARS NO MAN HEARS BOGIE'S TERRIBLE ROAR!''
(Chorus) Someone saw a Bigfoot down on Boggy Bottom And they say that he's almost nine feet tall Bet he holes up in a cave there in Bugaboo Canyon And
wi Bogie o Cairnie An wi him A did agree For tae caa his twa best horses Or cairt or harrow or plou Or dae onything about fairm wark A very weil cud do Auld Bogie
Goin' to California, try and find my head Gonna swim in the ocean until I'm dead Let the infection spread On my way to Texas, drive upon my ranch Gonna
Through windows by my bed Miles away I rest my weary head Next to you No coldness in my eye Cut the skin and take my sorry hide Cover you Make love with
Been awhile and you see his face So you can't ignore the waste All the empty spaces No one home, leaving only traces Give up, go 'way He's not yours
