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Well I was born back in '59
I didn't come late, I was right on time. We had a '59 ford, that never ran quite right. We'd catch a drive in movie, every saturday night. Well times were hard for the working man Daddy tried to understand. Everything I love is from '59 My first guitar and that girl of mine. Everything I want is from '59 I guess i'm behind the times 'cause everything I love's from '59. Well the prince said hey Grace Kelly would you be my wife? And Bobby Darin sang MACK THE KNIFE They took Eddie Cochran what could we do? Once he was gone we knew that rock and roll was through. We had technicolor at the scene of the crime Coupe Devilles rolling off of the line. Everything I love is from '59 My first guitar and that girl of mine. Everything I want is from '59 I guess i'm behind the times 'cause everything I love's from '59. Everything I love Everything I love Everything I love Everything. Wonder where as time rolls on All that style from 1959 has gone. But i've got memories in the back of my mind. What it was like to be alive in '59. We had technicolor at the scene of the crime, Coupe Devilles rolling off of the line. Everything I love is from '59 My first guitar and that girl of mine. Everything I want is from '59 I guess i'm behind the times. Everything I love is from '59 My first guitar and that girl of mine. 'cause everything I love, everything I love, everything I love's from '59. '59. Song by Brian Setzer. Submited by Steve Huggett. |
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| 2:59 |
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Well, in this barnyard
I'm king cock of the roost Stay out all night, just drinkin' that moonshine juice And I don't show the crow till crack of noon And all the hens go Coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock I said, coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock Ain't never seen a rooster do such a crazy bop, aha, aha, aha And if another red rooster Comes a creepin' around my hen He won't believe the way that I fly into him And he'll be too chicken to ever cock fight again And all the hens go Coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock I said, coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock Ain't never seen a rooster do such a crazy bop, aha, aha, aha And all the hens go Coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock Coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock Ain't never seen a rooster do such a crazy bop, aha, aha, aha And all the hens go Coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock I said, coo, coo, cock-a-doodle-do, look at that rooster rock Ain't never seen a rooster do such a crazy bop, aha, aha, aha, aha |
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When the last light dies down
On this old part of town And the sun coming up Laughs at you When the sidewalks roll up You've run out of luck And you're left alone feeling blue I don't got to tell you The feeling you get When the one that you love Slips away So turn down the lights And draw all the shades There's one place where you've Got it made Chorus: In Dreamsville, I'm dreaming of you In Dreamsville, My dreams can come true Choop, Choop Wahh (4x) I'm tossing and turning I can't sleep away With you always there On my mind It's such a distraction I can't even think I wish you would leave So I find Chorus I'm tossing and turning I can't sleep away With you always there On my mind It's such a distraction I can't even think I wish you would leave 'Till I find Chorus x2 |
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| 4:17 |
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Malaga where our lips first met,
To the beat of the castanet, Now I pray to the skies above, Bring him back, please bring back my love. Ah! Malaga blue seas still echo his last words to me. Malguena, Tho' you are every-thing to me, Malaguena, my true love is the sea. Love like ours must learn to play,play a waiting game, And live just for the flame; Malaguena, there's a fire deep inside of me, That must burn, die out, so I can be free. If no spark lingers within when the storm is past, I'll be yours, i'll be yours, yours at last. |
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| 6:35 |
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Parker-Phillips
Train arrive 16 coaches long Train arrive 16 coaches long Well that long black train Got my baby and gone Train train rolling round the bend Train train rolling round the bend Well it took my baby Away from me again Come down to the station Meet my baby at the gate Asked the station master If the train's running late He said "If you're a-waiting on the 444 I hate to tell you son That train don't stop here anymore" Train train rolling down down the line Train train rolling down the line Well it took my baby And left poor me behind -Solo- Heard that whistle blowing It was the middle of the night When I got down to the station The train was pulling out of sight Mystery train smoking down the track Mystery train smoking down the track Well I don't want no ride Just bring my baby back |
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Phantom-Rocker-Setzer
Well be bop a lula she's my baby Well be bop a lula summertime blues Well it's something else man and you can't lose I'm gonna race with the devil and maybe I'll win And I'm gonna dance with skinny Jim Well hang on tight you better get ready We're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie Halleluja I love her so bee I bickey bop bo bo go Cut across shorty you can't fail She got a red blue jeans and a pony tail Well hang on tight man you better get ready Cause we're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie Well come on everybody let's get together tonight Say mama can I go out tonight Well I sure miss you and the twenty flight rock Get your dungarees on let's a blue jean bop Well hang on tight you better get ready Cause we're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie Well hang on tight boys you better get ready We're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie Well hang on tight you better get ready We're gonna rock with Gene and Eddie |
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Written by b. setzer and j. mcdonnell
There's the rockabilly cats with their pomps real high Wearin' black drape coats, all real gone guys Cool skinheads with their rolled-up jeans Lookin' real tough and mighty mean There's a rumble in brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in brighton tonight They sew fishhooks under their collars They got razors in their shoes I said, 'go cat go,' their battle cry World war iii is startin' to brew Now the skinheads all use blackjacks And they're lookin' mighty mean They got chains wrapped around their fingers And their heads are all shaved clean There's a rumble in brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in brighton tonight Well, there ain't a man left standin' So let's all go get a beer No team is a winner So we'll see you all next year There's a rumble in brighton tonight Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do There's a rumble in brighton tonight Rumble in brighton tonight Rumble on the beach tonight Rumble in brighton tonight Rumble on the beach tonight There ain't a damn thing that the cops can do Line right up for a sideline view Ringside seats for the neighborhood fight There's a rumble in brighton tonight |
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