goin' round All my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound Well, the doctor told me, Carl
Ain't no doubt about it, this must be love One little kiss from you and I feel glad all over Ooh baby, hot-dang-dilly, it's so silly but I'm glad all
Well, it's one for the money, two for the show Three to get ready now go cat go But don't you, step on my blue suede shoes You Can do anything But lay
movies Magg So I can hold your hand Well it ain't that I don't like your house It's just that doggone man And that dubbel barrel behind the door It waits for Carl
Well they took some honey from a tree Dressed it up and they called it me Everybody's tryin' to be my baby Everybody's tryin' to be my baby Everybody
Now there are folks who like to brag about where they came from But when they start that stuff I let 'em be But it makes me feel like I wanna brag some
Well I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes Yeah I'm sitting here wondering, will a matchbox hold my clothes I ain't got no matches
Oh, let that jukebox keep on playin' Let that record roll around Let my baby keep on sayin' She's a lonesome gal in town Let 'er know that I'll be waitin
Well how can you say you will when you won't, Say you do, baby, when you don't? Let me know, honey, how you feel Tell the truth how is love real. But
contracts and Carl Perkins' Cadillac I got friends in Nashville, or at least they're folks I know Nashville is where you go to see if what they said is so Carl
Well, it's one for the money two for the show Three to get ready now go, cat, go But don't you step on my blue suede shoes Well you can do anything but
'all about as good as you deserve He did just what he said he's gonna do and the money came in sacks New contracts and Carl Perkins' Cadillac Carl Perkins
One more time Just a little thing they call they poor man blues I've been a working in a cotton field way down south Choppin and a pickin' lord and followin
There was an old woman that lived in a shoe She had so many children, she didn't know what to do They were doin' all right, till she took 'em to town
Mama, here's to mama Who was the first to love me so And tenderly helped me to grow, mama Who cleaned my nose and washed my clothes And kept me warm
Well, she goes struttin' down the street In her sophisticated style The way she's dressed was a knocking 'em wild The cats started gazing till they called
Every time it rains, baby, I run to my window And all I do is rain my hands and moan I listen to that thunder roll Can't you hear that lonesome wind moan
Well, how can you say you will, when you won't You tell me you do, baby, when you don't? Let me know, honey, how you feel Tell the truth how is love real
