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Chuck Berry : Misc: 1960s

  1. Bye Bye Johnny
  2. Promised Land
  3. Nadine
  4. No Particular Place To Go
  5. You Never Can Tell

Bye Bye Johnny
1960

Capo:
III
A
E7
A
She drew out all her money out of the Southern Trust And put her little boy aboard a Greyhound bus
D
Leaving Louisiana for the Golden West
A
Down came the tears from her happiness
E
Her own little son named Johnny B. Goode
A
Was gonna make some motion pictures out in Hollywood
A
Bye, bye, bye, bye
D
A
Bye, bye, bye, bye
E
Bye bye, Johnny
D
A
E
Goodbye, Johnny B. Goode She remembered taking money out from gathering crop And buying Johnny's guitar at a broker shop As long as he would play it by the railroad side And wouldn't get in trouble he was satisfied But never thought that there would come a day like this When she would have to give her son a goodbye kiss Going, bye, bye, bye, bye Bye, bye, bye, bye Bye bye, Johnny Bye bye, Johnny B. Goode She finally got the letter she was dreaming of Johnny wrote and told her he had fell in love As soon as he was married he would bring her back And build a mansion for 'em by the railroad track So every time they heard the locomotive roar They'd be a-standin', a-wavin' in the kitchen door Howling, bye, bye, bye, bye Bye, bye, bye, bye Bye bye, Johnny Goodbye, Johnny B. Goode

Promised Land
1964

Based on the melody of Wabash Cannonball.
E
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
A
California on my mind
B
Straddled that Greyhound, rode him past Raleigh
E
On across Caroline Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill And we never was a minute late We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle Half way 'cross Alabam' And that hound broke down and left us all stranded In downtown Birmingham Straight off, I bought me a through train ticket Riding cross Mississippi clean And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham Smoking into New Orleans Somebody help me get out of Louisiana Just to help me get to Houston Town There are people there who care a little about me And they won't let the poor boy down Sure as you're born brought me a silk suit Put luggage in my hand And I woke up high over Albuquerque On a jet to the promised land Working on a T-bone steak a la carte Flying over to the golden state Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes He would set us at the terminal gate Swing low chariot come down easy Taxi to the terminal zone Cut your engines and cool your wings And let me make it to the telephone Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia Tidewater four ten o nine Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling And the poor boy is on the line

Nadine
1964

Capo:
III
G
As I got on a city bus and found a vacant seat I thought I saw my future bride walking up the street
C9
I shouted to the driver, hey conductor, you must
G
Slow down, I think I see her, please let me off this bus
G
Nadine, honey is that you?
C9
G
Oh, Nadine, honey, is that you?
D7
Seems like every time I see you darling
C7
G
You got something else to do I saw her from the corner when she turned and doubled back And started walkin' toward a coffee-colored Cadillac I was pushin' through the crowd to get to where she's at And I was campaign shouting like a southern diplomat Nadine, honey is that you? Oh, Nadine, honey, where are you? Seems like every time I catch up with you You're up to something new Downtown searching for her, looking all around Saw her getting in a yellow cab heading up town I caught a loaded taxi, paid up everybody's tab With a twenty dollar bill, told him catch that yellow cab Nadine, honey is that you? Oh, Nadine, honey, is that you? Seems like every time I catch up with you You're up to something new She moves around like a wayward summer breeze Go, driver, go, go, catch her for me please Moving through the traffic like a mounted cavalier Leaning out the taxi window trying to make her hear Nadine, honey is that you? Oh, Nadine, honey, is that you? Seems like every time I see you darling You're up to something new

No Particular Place To Go
1964

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Riff1
Riding along in my automobile
G*
Riff1
My baby beside me at the wheel
C*
Riff2
I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile
G*
Riff1
My curiosity running wild
D
Riff1
Cruisin' and playin' the radio
G
Riff1
With no particular place to go Riding along in my automobile I's anxious to tell her the way I feel So I told her softly and sincere And she leaned and whispered in my ear Cuddlin' more and drivin' slow With no particular place to go
Solo over verse chords
No particular place to go So we parked way out on Kokomo The night was young and the moon was gold So we both decided to take a stroll Can you image the way I felt? I couldn't unfasten her safety belt Riding along in my calaboose Still trying to get her belt a-loose All the way home I held a grudge For the safety belt that wouldn't budge Cruisin' and playing the radio With no particular place to go
G
C
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You Never Can Tell
1964

Capo:
III
A
A
It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
E
E7
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
E
E7
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell
E
E7
A
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53 They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
A
E
E7
E
E7
A
It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell "C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell