quinta-feira, 20 de julho de 2006

King Creole

Elvis Presley
Tom: D

There's a [D]man in New Orleans 
who plays Rock and Roll.
He's a [D]guitar man with a great big soul.
He [D]lays down a beat like a ton of coal.
He [D]goes by the name of King Creole.
You know he's [G#7]gone, gone, gone, jumpin'
like a catfish on a [D]pole,
you know he's [A7]gone, gone, gone,
[G7]hipshaking King Cre[D]ole.[G7][A7]
When the [D]king starts to do it, it's as good as done.
He [D]holds his guitar like a tommy gun.
He [D]starts to growl from 'way down in his throat.
He [D]bends a string and "that's all she wrote".
You know he's [G#7]gone, gone, gone, jumpin'
like a catfish on a [D]pole,
you know he's [A7]gone, gone, gone,
[G7]hipshaking King Cre[D]ole.[G7][A7]
Well he [D]sings a song about a crawdad hole.
He [D]sings a song about a jelly roll.
He [D]sings a song about meat and greens.
He [D]wails some blues about New Orleans.
You know he's [G#7]gone, gone, gone, jumpin'
like a catfish on a [D]pole,
you know he's [A7]gone, gone, gone,
[G7]hipshaking King Cre[D]ole.[G7][A7]
Well he [D]plays something evil then,
he plays something sweet.
No [D]matter what he plays,
you got to get up on your feet.
When he[D]gets the rockin' fever, baby, heaven sakes,
he [D]don't stop playin' 'till the guitar breaks.
You know he's [G#7]gone, gone, gone,
jumpin' like a catfish on a [D]pole,
you know he's [A7]gone, gone, gone,
[G7]hipshaking King Cre[D]ole.[G7][D]
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