Backwoods
Előadva 146 koncerten
Album: The Uplift Mofo Party Plan
Megjelenés: 1987. szeptember 29.
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Someone spilled blood many years ago
Someone spilled blood but do you know
That from the backwoods
Where the Chuck Berrys grow
Come your long tall
Daddies of -a-rock n' roll
Oh no!
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Spinin' down from the clouds
Like a tornado
Spinin' out of control
Like a psychadelic soul
With a rythm hitting' harder
Than Larry Holmes
Come your long tall
Daddies of-a-rock n' roll
Oh no!
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
WWaouh!
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Yeaaaah!
Oh well, Mr.Uplift Mofo-my man Bo Diddley
Hit sippin' a bottle of nickle ripple
Play the lickity split finger lickin' licks
For all you wicked city slick chicks
And all you nitty gritty hick
We'll make your nipples ripple
Make you wanna dip your dipple
Make you wanna soak your hickory stick
Because my man has a grip on it
And I do mean on it
So, which brings to mind
A very sinister minister kind of guy
A man named Little Richard
Who was born to make them bitches stir
That's right, he'll make the sweet subtance drip
From the middle of your hillbilly lips
And like the farmer milks his cow
The Howling Wolf will howl
And since the time does allow
You all can
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Someone spilled blood but do you know
That from the backwoods
Where the Chuck Berrys grow
Come your long tall
Daddies of -a-rock n' roll
Oh no!
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Spinin' down from the clouds
Like a tornado
Spinin' out of control
Like a psychadelic soul
With a rythm hitting' harder
Than Larry Holmes
Come your long tall
Daddies of-a-rock n' roll
Oh no!
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
WWaouh!
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Yeaaaah!
Oh well, Mr.Uplift Mofo-my man Bo Diddley
Hit sippin' a bottle of nickle ripple
Play the lickity split finger lickin' licks
For all you wicked city slick chicks
And all you nitty gritty hick
We'll make your nipples ripple
Make you wanna dip your dipple
Make you wanna soak your hickory stick
Because my man has a grip on it
And I do mean on it
So, which brings to mind
A very sinister minister kind of guy
A man named Little Richard
Who was born to make them bitches stir
That's right, he'll make the sweet subtance drip
From the middle of your hillbilly lips
And like the farmer milks his cow
The Howling Wolf will howl
And since the time does allow
You all can
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now