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Bo Diddley buy his baby a diamond ring
If that diamond ring don't shine He gonna take it to a private eye If that private eye can't see He better not take the ring from me Bo Diddley caught a nanny goat To make his pretty baby a Sunday coat Bo Diddley caught a bear cat To make his pretty baby a Sunday hat Mojo come to my house, a black cat bone And take my baby away from home Ugly that mojo, where's he been? Up to your house and gone again Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley, have you heard? My pretty baby said she wants a bird |
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Now when I was a little boy,
At the age of five, I had somethin' in my pocket, Keep a lot of folks alive. Now I'm a man, Made twenty-one, You know baby, We can have a lot of fun. I'm a man, I spell M-A-N...man. All you pretty women, Stand in line, I can make love to you baby, In an hour's time. I'm a man, I spell M-A-N...man. I goin' back down, To Kansas to Bring back the second cousin, Little John the conqueroo. I'm a man, I spell M-A-N...man. The line I shoot, Will never miss, The way I make love to 'em, They can't resist. I'm a man, I spell M-A-N...man. |
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I can tell because it's plain to see
I can tell the way you look at me The way you know, you hold my hand Yes, pretty baby I can understand I can tell, I can tell I know you don't love me no more No more, no more No more, a-no more I can tell, I can tell I know you don't love me no more I asked your mama and your papa, too What more can a poor man do? Now, you been runnin' with a heart-breaker child, around Yes, a new boy's why you put me down I can tell, I can tell I know you don't love me no more Well, you won't answer your telephone When I knock on your door They say that you ain't home Your sister let me in And tell me I can wait When you come home You show up real late Now, I can tell Oh, I can tell I know you don't love me no more No more I said, no more No more No more Baby, I can give you romance Only if you give me another chance I'll cook your food and wash your clothes I promise I'll keep your warm when it get cold I can tell I can tell I know you don't love me no more No more No more A-no more. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By FUQUA, HARVEY/FUQUA, GWENDOLYN GORDY <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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(Ellas McDaniel/Harvey Fuqua) 1956
Diddley Diddley daddy, Diddley Diddley daddy. I got a baby that's oh so pretty, I found her right here in the Windy City, Somebody kissed my baby last night, My pretty baby cried, you know it wasn't right. Diddley Diddley daddy, Diddley Diddley daddy. My baby started to cry in vain, Say Bo Diddley, you know you're a natural born man, I say I love you baby with all my heart, Please don't never say we'll part. Diddley Diddley daddy, Diddley Diddley daddy. Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley here's our scene, I want to know if you do love me. Diddley Diddley daddy, Diddley Diddley daddy. |
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(Ellas McDaniel) 1956
You pretty thing, Let me buy you a wedding ring, Let me hear the choir sing, Oh you pretty thing. You pretty thing, Let me walk you down the aisle, Darling, it's where our love is found, Oh you pretty thing. Let me kiss you gentle, Squeeze and hold you tight, Let me give all my love, The rest of my life. You pretty thing, Let me hold you by my side, And become my blushing bride, You pretty thing, Pretty thing, Let me dedicate my life, You will always be my wife, Oh you pretty thing. |
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(jerome green) 1956
(bo diddley): well, every day I work, Bringing home my pay, Come to find out baby, You've bin giving my money away. Tell me baby, What you tryin' to do? You ain't seen me hummin', Like you used to do. Tell me mama, What's wrong with you? You know pretty baby, I'm so crazy 'bout you. (jerome green): all you pretty women, Bring it to my home, You don't have to worry, I won't do you no wrong. Bring it on home, Bring it to jerome, Bring it on home, Bring it to jerome. Look here pretty baby, This mess I won't stand, All the other women, Say you got another man. Bring it on home, Bring it to jerome, Bring it on home, Bring it to jerome. |
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(jerome green) 1956
(bo diddley): well, every day I work, Bringing home my pay, Come to find out baby, You've bin giving my money away. Tell me baby, What you tryin' to do? You ain't seen me hummin', Like you used to do. Tell me mama, What's wrong with you? You know pretty baby, I'm so crazy 'bout you. (jerome green): all you pretty women, Bring it to my home, You don't have to worry, I won't do you no wrong. Bring it on home, Bring it to jerome, Bring it on home, Bring it to jerome. Look here pretty baby, This mess I won't stand, All the other women, Say you got another man. Bring it on home, Bring it to jerome, Bring it on home, Bring it to jerome. |
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(Diddy Wah)
(A-diddy Wah) (Diddy Wah) I gotta gal down in Diddy Wah Diddy (Diddy Wah) Ain't no town an it ain't no city (Diddy Wah) She loves her man, just is a pity Crazy 'bout my gal in Diddy Wah Diddy (Diddy Wah) This little girl is sweet as she could be (Diddy Wah) I know she's in love with me (Diddy Wah) A lovely face, she's so pretty (Diddy Wah) But she's still way down in Diddy Wah Diddy (Diddy Wah, Diddy Wah, Diddy) (Diddy Wah, Diddy Wah, Diddy) (Diddy Wah, Diddy Wah, Diddy) Ain't no town, an it ain't no city But oh, how they love in Diddy Wah Diddy (Diddy Wah) (Diddy Wah) (Diddy Wah) (Diddy Wah) She kissed me all the time (Diddy Wah) She gonna turn me outta my mind (Diddy Wah) Anything, she says she's ready (Diddy Wah) Run right back to Diddy Wah Diddy (Diddy Wah) (Diddy Wah) (Diddy Wah) (Diddy Wah) Ain't no town, ain't no city Lord, how they love in Diddy Wah Diddy (Diddy Wah) (Diddy Wah) Diddy Wah |
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(Ellas McDaniel) 1956
I'm looking for a woman, That will work to set me down, I'm looking for a woman, That will work to set me down, I've bin looking all night long, She can't be found. Well I met one last night, And I told her what I liked, Well I met one last night, And I told her what I liked, She said get away from here country boy, Go back to your countryside. Well tell me baby, What you see wrong with me, Well tell me baby, What you see wrong with me, Well if I had you baby, You wouldn't be lookin' back at me. Well so long mama, Baby bye-bye you bye, Well so long mama, Baby bye-bye you bye, Well now bye-bye baby, With a tear in your eye. |
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I walk 47 miles of barbed wire
I use a cobra-snake for a necktie I got a brand new house on the roadside Made from rattlesnake hide I got a brand new chimney made on top Made out of a human skull Now come on take a walk with me, Arlene And tell me, who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Tombstone hand and a graveyard mine Just 22 and I don't mind dying Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? I rode around the town, use a rattlesnake whip Take it easy Arlene, don't give me no lip Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Night was dark, but the sky was blue Down the alley, the ice-wagon flew Heard a bump and somebody screamed You should have heard just what I seen Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Arlene took me by my hand She said, "Oohwee Bo, you know I understand." Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? Who do you love? |
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Bo Diddley had a farm (Hey! Bo Diddley)
On that farm he had some women (Hey! Bo Diddley) Women here, women there (Hey! Bo Diddley) Women, women, women everywhere (Hey! Bo Diddley) But one little girl lived on a hill (Hey! Bo Diddley) She rustled and tussled like Buffalo Bill (Hey! Bo Diddley) One day she decided she'd go for a ride (Hey! Bo Diddley) With a pistol on her shoulder and a knife by her side (Hey! Bo Diddley) She rode right up to my front door (Hey! Bo Diddley) Knocked and knocked till her fist got sore (Hey! Bo Diddley) When she turned and walked away (Hey! Bo Diddley) All you could hear my baby say (Hey! Bo Diddley) Hey! Bo Diddley (Hey! Bo Diddley) Hey! Bo Diddley (Hey! Bo Diddley) Oh! Bo Diddley (Oh! Bo Diddley) Oh! Bo Diddley (Oh! Bo Diddley) Saw my baby run across the field (Hey! Bo Diddley) Slippin' and sliddin' like an automobile (Hey! Bo Diddley) Hollered at my baby and told her to wait (Hey! Bo Diddley) Slipped off from me like a Cadillac-8 (Hey! Bo Diddley) Hey! Bo Diddley (Hey! Bo Diddley) Hey! Bo Diddley (Oh! Bo Diddley) Hey! Bo Diddley (Hey! Bo Diddley) |
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Well, every day I work,
Bringing home my pay, Come to find out baby, You've bin giving my money away. Tell me baby, What you tryin' to do? You ain't seen me hummin', Like you used to do. Tell me mama, What's wrong with you? You know pretty baby, I'm so crazy 'bout you. All you pretty women, Bring it to my home, You don't have to worry, I won't do you no wrong. Bring it on home, Bring it to jerome, Bring it on home, Bring it to jerome. Look here pretty baby, This mess I won't stand, All the other women, Say you got another man. Bring it on home, Bring it to jerome, Bring it on home, Bring it to jerome. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MCDANIEL, ELLAS <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself
Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself You say I've been buyin' another woman clothes, but you've been talkin' to someone else I called your mama, 'bout three or four nights ago I called your mama, 'bout three or four nights ago Your mama said, "Son, don't call my daughter no more" Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself You say I've been buyin' another woman clothes, but you've been takin' money from someone else Come on back home, baby; try my love one more time Come on back home, baby; try my love one more time You've been gone away so long, I'm just about to lose my mind |
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(Ellas McDaniel) 1959
(Alternate lines spoken by BO DIDDLEY and Jerome Green): Say man, What's that boy? I want to tell you 'bout your girlfriend, What about my girl? Well, you don't look strong enough to take the message, I'm strong enough, I might hurt your feelings, My feelings are already hurt by being here with you, Well, I was walking down the street with your girl the other day, Ah-ha, And the wind was blowin' real hard, Is that right? And the wind blew her hair into my face, Ah-ha, You know what else happened? What happened? The wind blew her hair into her face, Yeh? And we went a little further; you wanna hear the rest of it? I might as well, The wind blew her hair into the street! Ok; since you told me about my girl, I'm gonna tell you about yours. I was walking down the street with your girl, Yes? I took her home, for a drink, you know, Took her home? Yeh, jus' for a drink, Oh, But that chick looked so ugly, she had to sneak up on the glass to get a drink of water! You've got the nerve to call somebody ugly; why you so ugly the stork that brought you in the world oughta be arrested! That's alright; my momma didn't have to put a sheet on my head so sleep could slip up on me! Look-a here! What's that? Where are you from? South America, What's that? South America, You don't look like no South American to me, I'm still from South America, What part? South Texas! Where are your workin' boots at? I've got 'em on, Those aren't no boots you got on; those broguettes! Hey, look-a here! What's that? I've bin tryin' to figure out what you is, I already figured out what YOU is! What's that? You that thing I throw peanuts at! Look-a here! What's that? You should be ashamed of yourself, Why? Calling people ugly, I didn't call you ugly, What you say? I said you was ruined, that's all! You know somethin'? What? You look like you've bin whooped with a ugly-stick! Hey! I ain't got nothin' to do with it, but I beat the fellah right...! |
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(Ellas McDaniel) 1958
Oh (hush your mouth!) Oh (hush your mouth!) Hey little baby don't you cry, Mama gonna drop around, Hey little baby don't say a word, Mama gonna whoop you 'bout somethin' you heard. Oh (hush your mouth!) Oh (hush your mouth!) Mama gonna buy you a diamond ring, If that diamond ring's brass, Mama gonna buy a lookin' glass, If that lookin' glass is broke, Mama gonna buy a horse and coach, If that horse and coach turn over, Mama gonna buy you a dog named Rover. Oh (hush your mouth!) Oh (hush your mouth!) Oh (hush your mouth!) Oh (Hush your mouth!) A coonskin alligator hide, Make into shoes baby, jus' like mine, Don't be scared to put 'em on your feet, Scared 'bout me, jus' can't be beat. Hush your mouth! Hush your mouth! |
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Dearest darling,
Dearest darling, Dearest darling. Don't you know, The Lord above, Created you, Just for me to love, Picked you out, From all the rest, Because He knew I loved you best. Dearest darling, Dearest darling, Dearest darling, take my hand, take my hand I once had a heart, So trill and true, But now it's gone, From me to you, Take care of it, Like I have done, For you have two hearts, And I have none. Dearest darling, Dearest darling, Dearest darling. If I get to heaven, Before you do, I'll try to make a hole, And pull you thru. Dearest...dearest...dearest. If I go to heaven, And you not there, I'm gonna write your name, On the heavenly stair, If you aren't there, By turn of day, Then I know baby, You know the way. Dearest...dearest...dearest, O sweet baby, o sweet baby... |
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Oh, I, I, I, baby, I love you so,
You know, you know, I love you so. All my life I been lovin' you, Sometimes I wonder, baby, what you're gonna do. You told me honey, that our love's unreal, I can't be with you 'cos you won't be filled. You keep tellin' all our closest friends, That you were with me from the very beginin', I, I, yeah, I love you so. In the morning, it's alright, In the evening, it's still alright, In the night, it's alright, Where you be, it's still alright. I, I, love you |
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(Ellas McDaniel/Harvey Fuqua/Alan Freed) 1958
I'm sorry, Oh, I'm sorry, Oh baby, I'm sorry, For the things I said to you. You know I love you, You know I care, With you, my new heart I want to share, Darling I need you, With all your heart and soul, To know that I want you, and I'll never let you go, But forgive me, Please forgive me, Please forgive me, For I knew not what I was sayin'. Come on little baby, Come on darling, Give me another chance, To make up on my wrong, You know that I love you, You know I'll put nobody else above you, Come on, come on, Say that you'll love me. I'm sorry, Oh yes I'm sorry, Oh I'm sorry, For the things I said t' you. |
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