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Chuck Berry : Misc: 1950s

  1. Maybellene
  2. Brown Eyed Handsome Man
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  3. Roll Over Beethoven
  4. Too Much Monkey Business
  5. You Can't Catch Me
  6. Rock And Roll Music
  7. School Days
  8. Carol
  9. Johnny B. Goode
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  10. Sweet Little Sixteen
  11. Reelin' And Rockin'
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  12. Memphis, Tennessee
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  13. Little Queenie

Maybellene
1955

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Maybellene, why can't you be true?
D7
A
Oh, Maybellene, why can't you be true?
E7
D7
A
You've started back doin' the things you used to do
A
As I was motivatin' over the hill I saw Maybellene in a Coupe de Ville (
D
) Cadillac rollin' on the open road (
A
) Nothin' outruns my V8 Ford (
E
) Cadillac doin' 'bout 95 (
A
) Bumper-to-bumper, rollin' side by side Maybellene ... Cadillac rolled up ahead of the Ford The Ford got hot, wouldn't do no more It soon got cloudy and it started to rain I tooted my horn for the passing lane Rain was pourin' under my hood I knew that was doin' my motor good Maybellene ... Motor cooled down, the heat went down That's when I heard that highway sound The Cadillac sittin' like a ton of lead A hundred and ten, half a mile ahead The Cadillac looked like it was sittin' still I caught Maybellene at the top of the hill Maybellene ...

Brown Eyed Handsome Man
1956

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Arrested on charges of unemployment
E
He was sitting in the witness stand
A
The judge's wife called up the district attorney
B
E
Said you free that brown eyed man
E
A
B
E
You want your job you better free that brown eyed man Flying across the desert in a TWA I saw a woman walking across the sand She been a-walkin' thirty miles en route to Bombay To get a brown eyed handsome man Her destination was a brown eyed handsome man Way back in history three thousand years Back every since the world began There's been a whole lot of good women shed a tear For a brown eyed handsome man That's what the trouble was, a brown eyed handsome man Beautiful daughter couldn't make up her mind Between a doctor and a lawyer man Her mother told her daughter go out and find yourself A brown eyed handsome man That's what your daddy is, a brown eyed handsome man Milo Venus was a beautiful lass She had the world in the palm of her hand But she lost both her arms in a wrestling match To get brown eyed handsome man She fought and won herself a brown eyed handsome man Two, three count with nobody on He hit a high fly into the stand Rounding third he was headed for home It was a brown eyed handsome man That won the game, it was a brown eyed handsome man

Roll Over Beethoven
1956

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Intro: verse chords
D
G
D
I'm gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local DJ
G
G
D
It's a rockin' rhythm record I want my jockey to play
A
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D
Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear it again today You know, my temperature's risin' and the jukebox blowin' a fuse My heart's beatin' rhythm and my soul keeps on singin' the blues Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news I got the rockin' pneumonia, I need a shot of rhythm and blues I caught the rollin' arthritis, sittin' down at a rhythm review Roll over Beethoven, they're rockin' in two by two
D
Well, if you feel you like it, go get your lover
D
Then reel and rock it, roll it over
G
Then move on up just a trifle further
D
Then reel and rock with one another
A
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G
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D
Roll over Beethoven, dig these rhythm and blues
Instrumental verse
Well, early in the mornin' I'm a-givin' you a warnin' Don't you step on my blue suede shoes Hey diddle diddle, I am playin' my fiddle, ain't got nothin' to lose Roll over Beethoven, tell Tchaikovsky the news You know she wiggles like a glow worm, dance like a spinnin' top She got a crazy partner, you oughta see 'em reel and rock Long as she got a dime the music won't never stop
D
Roll over Beethoven Roll over Beethoven
G
Roll over Beethoven
D
Roll over Beethoven
A
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Roll over Beethoven, dig these rhythm and blues

Too Much Monkey Business
1956

E
Runnin' to and fro, hard workin' at the mill Never fail, in mail, yeah, come a rotten bill
A
E
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
B7
A
E
B7
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in, oh-ho-ho Salesman talking to me tried to run me up a creek says you can buy it Go on try it you can pay me next week, uh-uh Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in, oh-ho-ho Blonde haired, good lookin', tryin' to get me hooked Wants me to marry, settle down and get a home and write a book, uh-uh Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in, oh-ho-ho Pay phone, somethin' wrong, dial gone Well me ought to sue the operator for tellin' me a tale, uh-uh Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in, oh-ho-ho
Instrumental verse
Been to Vietnam, been a fightin' in the war Army bar, army chow, army clothes, army car, uh-uh Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in, oh-ho-ho Workin' in the fillin' station, too many tasks Wipe the window, check the tires, check the oil, dollar gas, uh-uh Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in, oh-ho-ho Blonde haired, good lookin', tryin' to get me hooked Wants me to marry, get a home, settle down and write a book, uh-uh Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in, oh-ho-ho Too much monkey business Too much monkey business Too much monkey business, too much monkey business Too much monkey business for me to be involved in

You Can't Catch Me
1956

G
I bought a brand new airmobile 'Twas a custom made, 'twas a flightning deal With a powerful motor and a hide away wings Pushin' on the button and you will hear her sing
C
Now you can't catch me
G
Baby, you can't catch me
D
'Cause if you get too close
D
G
You know I'm gone like cool breeze New Jersey turnpike in the wee wee hours I was rolling slowly 'cause of drizzling showers Here come a flat-top, he was moving up with me Then come waving goodbye in a little old souped up jitney I put my foot in the tank, I began to roll Moaning siren, 'twas the state patrol So I let out my wings and then I blew my horn Bye-bye, New Jersey, I become airborne Now you can't catch me Baby, you can't catch me 'Cause if you get too close You know I'm gone like cool breeze Flying with my baby last Saturday night Wasn't a gray cloud floating in sight Big, full moon, shining up above Cuddle up, honey, be my love Sweetest little thing that I ever seen I'm going to name you Maybellene Flying on the beam, set on flight control Radio tuned to rock and roll Two, three hours passed us by Altitude dropped into five-oh-five Fuel consumption, way too fast Let's get on home before we run out of gas Now you can't catch me No baby, you can't catch me 'Cause if you get too close You know I'm gone like cool breeze

Rock And Roll Music
1957

A7
Just let me hear some of that...
D
Rock and roll music Any old way you choose it
G
It's got a back beat, you can't lose it
D
Any old time you use it
A7
It's gotta be rock and roll music
D
If you wanna dance with me
A7
D
If you wanna dance with me
A
I have no kick against modern jazz
A7
D
Unless you try to play it too darn fast
G
I lose the beauty of a melody
A7
Until it sounds just like a symphony That's why I go for that rock and roll music... I took my love on over 'cross the tracks So she could hear a man a-wailin' sax I must admit they had a rockin' band And they were blowin' like a hurricane That's why I go for that rock and roll music... Way down south they gave a jubilee And Georgia folks, they had a jamboree They're drinkin' home brew from a wooden cup The folks dancin' got all shook up And started playin' that rock and roll music... Don't get to hear 'em play a tango I'm in no mood to take a mambo It's way too early for the congo So keep on rockin' that piano So I can hear some of that rock and roll music...

School Days
1957

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G
Up in the mornin' and out to school The teacher is teachin' the Golden Rule
G7
C
American History and Practical Math
G
You study 'em hard and hopin' to pass
D
Workin' your fingers right down to the bone
C
G
And the guy behind you won't leave you alone Ring, ring goes the bell The cook in the lunch room's ready to sell You're lucky if you can find a seat You're fortunate if you have time to eat Back in the classroom, open your books Gee, but the teacher don't know how mean she looks Soon as three o'clock rolls around You finally lay your burden down Close up your books, get out of your seat Down the halls and into the street Up to the corner and round the bend Right to the juke joint, you go in Drop the coin right into the slot You're gotta hear somethin' that's really hot With the one you love, you're makin' romance All day long you been wantin' to dance Feeling the music from head to toe Round and round and round you go Hail, hail rock and roll! Deliver me from the days of old Long live rock and roll The beat of the drums, loud and bold Rock, rock, rock and roll The feelin' is there, body and soul

Carol
1958

A7
D
A7
Oh, Carol, don't let 'em steal your heart away
E
D
A
E
I'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and day
A
A7
Climb into my machine so we can cruise on out
A
A7
I know a swingin' little joint where we can jump and shout
D
D7
It's not too far back off the highway, not so long a ride
D
A
A7
You park your car out in the open, you can walk inside
E
E7
A little cutie takes your hat and you can thank her, ma'am
A
A7
'Cause every time you make the scene, the joint is jammed Oh, Carol, don't let 'em steal your heart away I'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and day And if you wanna hear some music like the boys are playin' Hold tight, tap your foot, don't let it carry you away Don't let the heat overcome you when they play so loud And, don't the music intrigue you when they get a crowd? Well, you can dance, I know I wish you would I got my eyes on you baby, 'cause I know you dance so good Oh, Carol, don't let 'em steal your heart away I'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and day

Johnny B. Goode
1958

Capo:
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A
Asus4
A
Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Asus4
A
Way back up in the woods among the ever greens
D
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
A
Asus4
A
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
E
E7
E
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
A
Asus4
A
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
A
Go go, go Johnny go go
D
Go Johnny go go
A
Go Johnny go go
E
Go Johnny go go
E7
A
Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made People passing by they would stop and say Oh my that little country boy could play Go go, Go Johnny go go... 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" Go go, Go Johnny go go...

Sweet Little Sixteen
1958

The music was borrowed by the Beach Boys for Surfin' USA.
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G
C
They're really rockin' in Boston, in Pittsburgh, PA
G
C
Deep in the heart of Texas and round the Frisco Bay
F
C
All over St. Louis and down in New Orleans
G
C
All the Cats wanna dance with, Sweet Little Sixteen Sweet Little Sixteen, she's just got to have About half a million, framed autographs Her wallet's filled with pictures, she gets 'em one by one She gets so excited, watch her, look at her run
F
C
Oh, Mommy, Mommy, please may I go?
G
C
It's such a sight to see, somebody steal the show
F
C
Oh, Daddy, Daddy, I beg of you
G
C
Whisper to Mommy, it's all right with you 'Cause they'll be rockin' on Bandstand, in Philadelphia PA Deep in the heart of Texas and round the Frisco Bay All over St. Louis and down in New Orleans All the Cats wanna dance with, Sweet Little Sixteen Sweet Little Sixteen, she's got the grown up blues Tight dress and lipstick, she's sportin' high heel shoes Oh, but tomorrow morning, she'll have to change her trend And be sweet sixteen, and back in class again 'Cause they'll be rockin' on Bandstand, in Philadelphia PA Deep in the heart of Texas and round the Frisco Bay All over St. Louis and down in New Orleans All the Cats wanna dance with, Sweet Little Sixteen

Reelin' And Rockin'
1958

Released as the B-side to Sweet Little Sixteen.
G
Sometimes I will then again I think I won't
C
Sometimes I will then again I think I won't
D
C
G
(
D
) Sometimes I do then again I think I don't
G
Well, I looked at my watch, it was nine twenty-one We's at a rock and roll dance having nothing but fun
C
G
And we rolled, reelin' and rockin'
D
C
G
We was reelin' and rockin', rollin' till the break of dawn Well, I looked at my watch, it was nine thirty-two There's nothing I'd rather do than dance with you Well, I looked at my watch, it was nine forty-three And every time I spent, she spent with me Well, I looked at my watch, it was nine fifty-four I said, "Dance ballerina, go, go, go, go!" Well, I looked at my watch, it was ten oh-five Man, I didn't know if I was dead or alive Well, I looked at my watch, it was ten twenty-six But I'm a-keep on dancing till I get my kicks Well, I looked at my watch, it was ten twenty-eight I gotta get my kicks 'fore it gets too late Well, I looked at my watch, it was ten twenty-nine I had to hold her hand, she's still holding mine Well, I looked at my watch, and to my surprise I was dancing with a woman that was twice my size Well, I looked at my watch, and it was time to go The band-leader said, "We ain't playin' no more"

Memphis, Tennessee
1959

G
G7
D
D7
D
D7
Long, distance information, give me Memphis Tennessee
D
D7
D
D7
Help me find the party trying to get in touch with me
G
G7
G
G7
She could not leave her number, but I know who placed the call
D
D7/c
D/b
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G
'Cause my uncle took the message and he wrote it on the wall Help me, information, get in touch with my Marie She's the only one who'd phone me here from Memphis Tennessee Her home is on the south side, high up on a ridge Just a half a mile from the Mississippi Bridge Help me, information, more than that I cannot add Only that I miss her and all the fun we had But we were pulled apart because her mom did not agree And tore apart our happy home in Memphis Tennessee Last time I saw Marie she's waving me goodbye With hurry home drops on her cheek that trickled from her eye Marie is only six years old, information please And try to put me through to her in Memphis Tennessee

Little Queenie
1959

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C
I got lumps in my throat when I saw her comin' down the aisle
G7
C
I got the wiggles in my knees when she looked at me and sweetly smiled
C
C
There she is again standin' over by the record machine
F
C
Lookin' like a model on the cover of a magazine
G7
C
She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen Meanwhile, I was thinkin'
F
She's in the mood, no need to break it
C
C
I got a chance, I oughta take it
G7
If she'll dance, we can make it
C
C
C'mon queenie, let's shake it
C
C
Go, go, go, little Queenie
F
C
Go, go, go, little Queenie
G7
C
Go, go, go, little Queenie
C
C
Tell me who's the queen standin' over by the record machine
F
C
Lookin' like a model on the cover of a magazine
G7
C
She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen Meanwhile, I was still thinkin'
F
If it's a slow song we'll omit it
C
C
If it's a rocker, that'll get it
G7
And if it's good, she'll admit it
C
C
C'mon queenie, let's get with it
C
C
Go, go, go, little Queenie
F
C
Go, go, go, little Queenie
G7
C
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Go, go, go, little Queenie |
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| | Let's get it Let's quit it |
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