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All were artists, playing foolish, having fights and making love as if the rest of the world had no racial problems whatsoever.
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The gateway to freedom...was somewhere close to New Orleans where most Africans were sorted through and sold. I had driven through New Orleans on tour and I'd been told my great grandfather had lived way back up in the woods among the evergreens in a log cabin. I revived the era with a song about a coloured boy named Johnny B. Goode. My first thought was to make his life follow as my own had come along, but I thought it would seem biased to white fans to say 'coloured boy' and changed it to 'country boy'.
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Up come a flat top, he was movin' up with me.
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You know, your ears record. You might can sing a song once you hear it.
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The little girl's creative, a repertoire that rings, And Hollywood is waiting, to see the way she swings. She'll be graduating, goin' on to higher things, The little girl from Central is gonna take on wings.
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Hey, the band was rockin' Goin' around and around Well, reelin' and a rockin' What a crazy sound Well, they never stopped rockin' Till the moon went down
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Prejudice doesn't make me mad. It just - I guess 'pisses me off' is the word.
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Did I miss the skyscrapers, did I miss the long freeway? From the coast of California to the shores of The Delaware Bay You can bet your life I did, till I got back in the U.S.A.
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Well I looked at my watch, it was 9:54 I said, 'Dance ballerina girl, go go go!' And we rolled, reelin' and a rockin' We was reelin' and a rockin' Rollin' till the break of dawn
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Looking hard for a drive in, searching for a corner cafe, where the hamburgers sizzle on an open grill night and day.
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My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, won't you play with my ding-a-ling.
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Sweet little rock and roller, sweet little rock and roller Her daddy don’t have to scold her, her mother can’t hardly hold her She never gets any older, sweet little rock and roller
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My music is simple stuff. Anybody can sit down, look at a set of symbols and produce sounds the music represents.
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Sometime we'll try and reach for things we know we each want and don't deserve.
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So come on, I wanna see you baby, come on I don't mean maybe, come on I'm tryin' to make you see That I belong to you and you belong to me
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Rock is my child and my grandfather.
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I bought a brand-new air-mobile It custom-made, 'twas a Flight De Ville With a pow'ful motor and some hideaway wings Push in on the button and you can hear her sing Now you can't catch me, baby you can't catch me 'Cause if you get too close, you know I'm gone like a cool breeze
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Baby doll! When bells ring out the summer free Oh baby doll! Will it end for you and me? We'll sing our old Alma Mater And think of things that used to be
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His mother told him, 'Someday you will be a man, And you will be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun go down. Maybe someday your name will be in lights Saying 'Johnny B. Goode tonight'.'
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Well Dad, send the money, See what I can see, Try to find a Cadillac, A Sixty-two or three. Just something that won't worry us To keep it on the road. Sincerely, your beloved son, Henry Junior Ford
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Long distance information, give me Memphis Tennessee Help me find the party trying to get in touch with me She could not leave her number, but I know who placed the call 'Cause my uncle took the message and he wrote it on the wall
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Science and religion are both the same thing. They're there; they're life. If it's not science, it's not a fact.
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Everything I wrote about wasn't about me, but about the people listening.
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California, California Soon I'll be with you watching your sunset in the evening Movies and show plays, beaches and free ways California, from my home I'll be leaving
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