Dance Album of… Carl Perkins Album
Artist(s): Carl Perkins
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Blue Suede Shoes
length: 2:16
vocal: Carl Perkins
guitar: Carl Perkins and Jay Perkins
double bass: Clayton Perkins
drums (drum set): W.S. Holland
lyricist: Carl Perkins
composer: Carl Perkins
vocal: Carl Perkins
guitar: Carl Perkins and Jay Perkins
double bass: Clayton Perkins
drums (drum set): W.S. Holland
lyricist: Carl Perkins
composer: Carl Perkins
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 off of my blue suede shoes
You can knock me down, step in my face
Slander my name all over the place.
And do anything that you want to do
But uh uh honey lay off of my shoes.
And don't you step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.
Oh let's go cats!
You can burn my house, steal my car
Drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
Do anything that you want to do
But uh uh honey lay off of them shoes
And don't you, step on my blue suede shoes.
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.
Rock!
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 off of my blue suede shoes.
Well it's blue, blue, blue suede shoes
Blue, blue, blue suede shoes yeah!
Blue, blue, blue suede shoes baby
Blue, blue, blue suede shoes
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.
Three to get ready, now go cat go.
But don't you, step on my blue suede shoes.
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes
You can knock me down, step in my face
Slander my name all over the place.
And do anything that you want to do
But uh uh honey lay off of my shoes.
And don't you step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.
Oh let's go cats!
You can burn my house, steal my car
Drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
Do anything that you want to do
But uh uh honey lay off of them shoes
And don't you, step on my blue suede shoes.
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.
Rock!
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 off of my blue suede shoes.
Well it's blue, blue, blue suede shoes
Blue, blue, blue suede shoes yeah!
Blue, blue, blue suede shoes baby
Blue, blue, blue suede shoes
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.
Movie Magg
composer: Carl Perkins
lyricist: Carl Perkins
Now let me take you to the 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 double barrel behind the door
It waits for Carl I know
So climb upon ol' Becky's back
And let's ride to the picture show
I only see her once the week
And that's when my work is through
I break new ground the whole week long
With my mind set straight on you
I've polished up my ol' horse becky
And she looks good I know
So climb upon ol' Becky's back
And let's ride to the picture show
Well I slick myself too, Saturdaynight
'Cause there's one thing I know
Now me and that little Maggie dear
We're goin' to the picture show
So look out dad, just back up boy
'Cause you are in the way
We'll see you down at the western show
And we will watch the play
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 double barrel behind the door
It waits for Carl I know
So climb upon ol' Becky's back
And let's ride to the picture show
I only see her once the week
And that's when my work is through
I break new ground the whole week long
With my mind set straight on you
I've polished up my ol' horse becky
And she looks good I know
So climb upon ol' Becky's back
And let's ride to the picture show
Well I slick myself too, Saturdaynight
'Cause there's one thing I know
Now me and that little Maggie dear
We're goin' to the picture show
So look out dad, just back up boy
'Cause you are in the way
We'll see you down at the western show
And we will watch the play
Sure to Fall
composer: Quinton Claunch, Bill Cantrell, Carl Perkins
I'm sure to fall, fall in love I'm sure to fall in love with you
You are so sweet and we are so near, I'm sure to fall in love with you
So hold me tight, let tonight be the night darling, don't ever let me go
For loving you is a natural thing to do, I want you for the rest of my life
So hold me tight, let tonight be the night darling, don't ever let me go
For loving you is a natural thing to do, I want you for the rest of my life
You are so sweet and we are so near, I'm sure to fall in love with you
So hold me tight, let tonight be the night darling, don't ever let me go
For loving you is a natural thing to do, I want you for the rest of my life
So hold me tight, let tonight be the night darling, don't ever let me go
For loving you is a natural thing to do, I want you for the rest of my life
Gone Gone Gone
lyricist: Carl Perkins
composer: Carl Perkins
Well that must be my girl, yours don't look like that
Well that must be my girl, yours don't look like that
I know my baby, she's so round and fat
Baby-baby-baby, gone gone gone, gone gone gone
Gone gone gone, well I'm gone gone gone
Well I'm gone out, gone on down the line
Well, I wanna round and square dance
Everybody jumpin' tonight
Yeah, I wanna round and square dance
Everybody jumpin' tonight
I love my baby with all my lovin' might
Baby-baby-baby, gone gone gone
Oh-oh, well I'm gone gone gone
Well I'm gone gone gone, well I'm gone gone gone
Well I'm gone gone, gone on down the line
Well that must be my girl, yours don't look like that
I said it must be my girl, yours don't look like that
I know my baby, she's so big and fat
Baby-baby-baby, gone gone gone
Baby-baby-baby, gone gone gone
Aah, I'm gone gone gone, well I'm gone gone gone
Well I'm gone gone gone, come go with me
Well that must be my girl, yours don't look like that
I know my baby, she's so round and fat
Baby-baby-baby, gone gone gone, gone gone gone
Gone gone gone, well I'm gone gone gone
Well I'm gone out, gone on down the line
Well, I wanna round and square dance
Everybody jumpin' tonight
Yeah, I wanna round and square dance
Everybody jumpin' tonight
I love my baby with all my lovin' might
Baby-baby-baby, gone gone gone
Oh-oh, well I'm gone gone gone
Well I'm gone gone gone, well I'm gone gone gone
Well I'm gone gone, gone on down the line
Well that must be my girl, yours don't look like that
I said it must be my girl, yours don't look like that
I know my baby, she's so big and fat
Baby-baby-baby, gone gone gone
Baby-baby-baby, gone gone gone
Aah, I'm gone gone gone, well I'm gone gone gone
Well I'm gone gone gone, come go with me
Honey Don’t
vocal: Carl Perkins
guitar: Jay Perkins and Carl Perkins
double bass: Clayton Perkins
drums (drum set): W.S. Holland
lyricist: Carl Perkins
composer: Carl Perkins
Storming outside, rain
She keeps me home
Quiet conversation makes me warm
So
Summer rain
Whispers me to sleep
And wakes me up again
Sometimes I swear I hear her call my name
You wash away the pain
My summer rain
In the middle of the night when I'm alone
I feel her kisses on me even when she's gone
Can't wait 'till she gets home
Summer rain
Whispers me to sleep
And wakes me up again
Sometimes I swear I hear her call my name
To wash away the pain
My summer rain
I don't mind if it rains forever
Rain, rain, let it rain
I said I don't mind if it rains forever
Rain, rain, let it rain
So go ahead and make it rain
You bring the sunshine back again
So go ahead and make it rain
Your tender touches wash away my rain
Summer rain
Whispers me to sleep
And wakes me up again
Sometimes I swear I hear her call my name
To wash away the pain
My summer rain
Summer rain
Whispers me to sleep
And wakes me up again
Sometimes I swear I hear her call my name
To wash away the pain
My summer rain
So go ahead and make it rain
You bring the sunshine back again
So go ahead and make it rain
Your tender touches wash away my rain
So go ahead and make it rain
You bring the sunshine back again
So go ahead and make it rain
Your tender touches wash away my rain
Summer rain
Whispers me to sleep
And wakes me up again
Sometimes I swear I hear her call my name
To wash away the pain
My summer rain
She keeps me home
Quiet conversation makes me warm
So
Summer rain
Whispers me to sleep
And wakes me up again
Sometimes I swear I hear her call my name
You wash away the pain
My summer rain
In the middle of the night when I'm alone
I feel her kisses on me even when she's gone
Can't wait 'till she gets home
Summer rain
Whispers me to sleep
And wakes me up again
Sometimes I swear I hear her call my name
To wash away the pain
My summer rain
I don't mind if it rains forever
Rain, rain, let it rain
I said I don't mind if it rains forever
Rain, rain, let it rain
So go ahead and make it rain
You bring the sunshine back again
So go ahead and make it rain
Your tender touches wash away my rain
Summer rain
Whispers me to sleep
And wakes me up again
Sometimes I swear I hear her call my name
To wash away the pain
My summer rain
Summer rain
Whispers me to sleep
And wakes me up again
Sometimes I swear I hear her call my name
To wash away the pain
My summer rain
So go ahead and make it rain
You bring the sunshine back again
So go ahead and make it rain
Your tender touches wash away my rain
So go ahead and make it rain
You bring the sunshine back again
So go ahead and make it rain
Your tender touches wash away my rain
Summer rain
Whispers me to sleep
And wakes me up again
Sometimes I swear I hear her call my name
To wash away the pain
My summer rain
Only You
length: 3:20
writer: Buck Ram, Ande Rand
writer: Buck Ram, Ande Rand
Tennessee
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
To know that I come from the state of Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville every day
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old Hillbilly way
Mister Red Foley came from Kentucky
Now, Ernest Tubb down in Texas, don't you see
But if all you folks out there can remember
Mister Eddy Arnold came from Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville everyday
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old hillbilly way
They make bombs they say, that can blow up our world, dear
Well a country boy like me, I will agree
But if all you folks out there can remember
They made the first atomic bomb in Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville everyday
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old hillbilly way
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville everyday
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old hillbilly way
But when they start that stuff, I let 'em be
But it makes me feel like I wanna brag some
To know that I come from the state of Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville every day
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old Hillbilly way
Mister Red Foley came from Kentucky
Now, Ernest Tubb down in Texas, don't you see
But if all you folks out there can remember
Mister Eddy Arnold came from Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville everyday
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old hillbilly way
They make bombs they say, that can blow up our world, dear
Well a country boy like me, I will agree
But if all you folks out there can remember
They made the first atomic bomb in Tennessee
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville everyday
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old hillbilly way
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it up in Nashville everyday
Let's give old Tennessee credit for music
As they play it in that old hillbilly way
Wrong Yo Yo
length: 2:35
Everybody’s Trying to Be My Baby
guitar: Eddie Starr and Carl Perkins
membranophone: W.S. Holland
vocal: Carl Perkins
double bass: Clayton Perkins
arranger: Carl Perkins
composer: Rex Griffin, Carl Perkins
lyricist: Rex Griffin, Carl Perkins
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's tryin' to be my baby now
I Woke up last night half past four
Fifteen women knockin' at my door
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby now
Went out last night mean to stay late,
fore home I had nineteen dates
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby now
I Woke up last night half past four.
Fifteen women knockin' at my door
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby now
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's tryin' to be my baby now
Dressed it up and they called it me
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby now
I Woke up last night half past four
Fifteen women knockin' at my door
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby now
Went out last night mean to stay late,
fore home I had nineteen dates
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby now
I Woke up last night half past four.
Fifteen women knockin' at my door
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby now
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's tryin' to be my baby now
Matchbox
composer: Carl Perkins, Carl Perkins
lyricist: Carl Perkins, Carl Perkins
arranger: Bob Dylan
[Chorus]
Well, I'm sitting here wondering, would a matchbox hold my clothes?
Sitting here wondering, would a matchbox hold my clothes?
I ain't got no matches, but I got a long way to go.
I'm an old, poor boy and I'm a long way from home
I'm an old, poor boy and I'm a long way from home
I won't ever be happy; everything I do is wrong.
[Chorus]
Let me be your little dog 'til your big dog come.
Let me be your little dog 'til your big dog come.
When your big dog gets here, show him what this little puppy's done.
[Chorus]
Well, I'm sitting here wondering, would a matchbox hold my clothes?
Sitting here wondering, would a matchbox hold my clothes?
I ain't got no matches, but I got a long way to go.
I'm an old, poor boy and I'm a long way from home
I'm an old, poor boy and I'm a long way from home
I won't ever be happy; everything I do is wrong.
[Chorus]
Let me be your little dog 'til your big dog come.
Let me be your little dog 'til your big dog come.
When your big dog gets here, show him what this little puppy's done.
[Chorus]
Your True Love
composer: Carl Perkins
lyricist: Carl Perkins
Written by: Carl Perkins
#67 Mar '57 Top 100
True love (your love)
True love (your love)
True love, baby
That's what you give to me
True love (your love)
Your love (your love)
True love, baby
That's what you give to me
God made the world
And he made it round
I got my baby
And I'm glad I found
Her love was meant for me
And my baby, she'll always be
She gives me true love (your love)
True love (your love)
True love, baby
That's what you give to me
Uh, true love (your love)
Your true love (your love)
True love, baby
That's what you give to me
True love (your love)
Your love (your love)
Your love, baby
That's what you give to me
Love was made, I don't boast
When He made you, He made the most
You've got that certain touch
To me, baby, you mean so much
You give me true love (your love)
Your true love (your love)
#67 Mar '57 Top 100
True love (your love)
True love (your love)
True love, baby
That's what you give to me
True love (your love)
Your love (your love)
True love, baby
That's what you give to me
God made the world
And he made it round
I got my baby
And I'm glad I found
Her love was meant for me
And my baby, she'll always be
She gives me true love (your love)
True love (your love)
True love, baby
That's what you give to me
Uh, true love (your love)
Your true love (your love)
True love, baby
That's what you give to me
True love (your love)
Your love (your love)
Your love, baby
That's what you give to me
Love was made, I don't boast
When He made you, He made the most
You've got that certain touch
To me, baby, you mean so much
You give me true love (your love)
Your true love (your love)
Boppin’ the Blues
composer: Curley Griffin, Carl Perkins
Well all my friends are bopping the blues it must be going round
All my friends are bopping the blues it must be going round
I love you baby but I must be rhythm bound
Well the doctor told me, Carl, you don't need no pills
The doctor told me boy you don't need no pills
Just a handful of nickels the jukebox will cure your ills
Well all my friends are bopping the blues it must be going round
All these cats are bopping the blues it must be going round
I love you baby but I must be rhythm bound
Well the old cat bug bit me man I don't feel no pain
Yeah that jitterbug caught me man I don't feel no pain
I still love you baby but I?ll never be the same
Well all my friends are bopping the blues it must be going round
All these cats are bopping the blues it must be going round
I love you baby but I must be rhythm bound
Well all my friends are bopping the blues it must be going round
All these cats are bopping the blues it must be going round
I love you baby but I must be rhythm bound
Well grandpa done got rhythm and he threw his crutches down
Well the old boy done got rhythm & blues and he threw that crutches down
Grandma he ain't trifling well the old boy?s rhythm bound
Well all them cats are bopping the blues it must be going round
All my friends are bopping the blues it must be going round
I love you baby but I must be rhythm bound
Bop cat bop
Rock bop rhythm and blues, rock bop rhythm and blues
Rock bop rhythm and blues, rock bop rhythm and blues
Rhythm and blues it must be going round
All my friends are bopping the blues it must be going round
I love you baby but I must be rhythm bound
Well the doctor told me, Carl, you don't need no pills
The doctor told me boy you don't need no pills
Just a handful of nickels the jukebox will cure your ills
Well all my friends are bopping the blues it must be going round
All these cats are bopping the blues it must be going round
I love you baby but I must be rhythm bound
Well the old cat bug bit me man I don't feel no pain
Yeah that jitterbug caught me man I don't feel no pain
I still love you baby but I?ll never be the same
Well all my friends are bopping the blues it must be going round
All these cats are bopping the blues it must be going round
I love you baby but I must be rhythm bound
Well all my friends are bopping the blues it must be going round
All these cats are bopping the blues it must be going round
I love you baby but I must be rhythm bound
Well grandpa done got rhythm and he threw his crutches down
Well the old boy done got rhythm & blues and he threw that crutches down
Grandma he ain't trifling well the old boy?s rhythm bound
Well all them cats are bopping the blues it must be going round
All my friends are bopping the blues it must be going round
I love you baby but I must be rhythm bound
Bop cat bop
Rock bop rhythm and blues, rock bop rhythm and blues
Rock bop rhythm and blues, rock bop rhythm and blues
Rhythm and blues it must be going round