Arquivos da categoria: Coleção Eldorado: Único e Exclusivo: ao Vivo – 1985

Be-Bop-A-Lula

Well be-bop-a-lula she’s my baby,
Be-bop-a-lula I don’t mean maybe.
Be-bop-a-lula she’s my baby
Be-bop-a-lula I don’t mean maybe
Be-bop-a-lula she’s my baby, doll, my baby, doll, my baby, doll.

Well she’s the girl in the red blue jeans.
She’s the one that I know
She’s the one that loves me so.

Be-bop-a-lula she’s my baby, doll, my baby, doll, my baby, doll.
Well she’s the one that gots that beat.
She’s the one with the flyin’ feet.
She’s the one that walks around the store.
She’s the one that gets more more more.

Be-bop-a-lula she’s my baby
Be-bop-a-lula she’s my baby,
Be-bop-a-lula, I don’t mean maybe, maybe,
Be-bop-a-lula She’s my baby,
Be-bop-a-lula, I don’t mean maybe,
Be-bop-a-lula she’s my baby, doll, my baby, doll, my baby, doll.
My baby, doll, my baby, doll, my baby, doll.

Composição: Gene Vincent / Tex Davis

Blue Suede Shoes

Well, it’s one for the money,
Two for the show,
Three to get ready,
Now go, cat, go.

But don’t you step on my blue suede shoes.
You can do anything but lay off of my Blue suede shoes.

Well, you can knock me down,
Step in my face,
Slander my name
All over the place.

Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh,
Honey, lay off of my shoes
Don’t you step on my Blue suede shoes.
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.

You can burn my house,
Steal my car,
Drink my liquor
From an old fruitjar.

Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh,
Honey, lay off of my shoes
Don’t you step on my blue suede shoes.
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.

Composição: Carl Perkins

Roll Over Beethoven

We’re gonna write a little letter
Gonna mail it to my local D.J.
It’s a rockin’ little record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven
I gotta hear it again today

You know my temperature’s risin’
and the jukebox’s blowin’ a fuse
My heart’s beatin’ rhythm
and my soul keeps singing the blues
Roll over Beethoven
and tell Tchaikovsky the news

I got a rockin’ pneumonia
I need a shot of rhythm and blues
I think I got it off the writer
sittin’ down by the rhythm review
Roll over Beethoven
we’re rockin’ in two by two

Well if you fell you like it
Well get your lover and reel and rock it
roll it over and move on up just
jump around and reel and rock it
roll it over
Roll over Beethoven
a rockin’ in two by two, oh

Well early in the mornin’
I’m a givin’ you the warnin’
Don’t you step on my blue suede shoes
Hey little little
gonna play my fiddle
Ain’t got nothing to loose
Roll over Beethoven
and tell Tchaikovsky the news

You know she winks like a glow worm
Dance like a spinnin’ top
She got a crazy partner
oughta see ‘em reel and rock
Long as she’s got a dime
the music will never stop
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
Roll over Beethoven
and dig these rhythm and blues

Composição: Chuck Berry

Blue Moon Of Kentucky

Blue moon, blue moon, blue moon keeps shinning bright
Blue moon keeps on shinning bright
She’s gonna bring me back my baby tonight
Blue moon, keeps shinning bright

I say blue moon of kentucky
Does on keep on shinning
Shines on above this girl
I let so blue

I say blue moon of kentucky
Does on keep on shinning
Shines on above this girl
I let so blue

I wuz home with her last night
Dying sunbright
We’ll have love
Make it fine !
Blue moon of kentucky does it keep on shinning
Shine os above this girl
I let so blue

Quando olhei a terra ardendo
Qual fogueira de São João
Eu perguntei, meu Deus do Céu, ai
Por que tamanha judiação?

Blue moon, blue moon, blue moon …

Composição: Bill Monroe

Barefoot Ballad

I want a barefoot ballad yes a barefoot ballad
Won’t you play for me a down home country song
‘Cause when I kick my shoes off and I kick my blues off
With a barefoot ballad you just can’t go wrong

Give me a honk-tonk fiddle with a guitar in the middle and a melody
Humming like a fountain swinging out on Smokey mountain

I want a barefoot ballad yes a barefoot ballad
Won’t you play for me a down home country song
‘Cause when I kick my shoes off and I kick my blues off
With a barefoot ballad you just can’t go wrong

Now the big toe’s connected to the two toe
And the two toe’s connected to the three toe
And the three toe’s connected to the four toe
And the four toe’s connected to the five toe
And the five toe and away we go

I want a barefoot ballad yes a barefoot ballad
Won’t you play for me a down home country song
‘Cause when I kick my shoes off and I kick my blues off
With a barefoot ballad you just can’t go wrong

Now the big toe’s connected to the two toe
And the two toe’s connected to the three toe
And the three toe’s connected to the four toe
And the four toe’s connected to the five toe
And the five toe and away we go

I wanna barefoot ballad yes a barefoot ballad
Won’t you play for me a barefoot ballad song.

Composição: Dolores Fuller / Lee Morris

Do You Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day
I know I’m not wrong, the feeling’s getting stronger
The longer I stay away

Miss the moss-covered vines, tall sugar pines
Where mockingbirds used to sing
I’d love to see that old lazy Mississippi
Hurrying into Spring

The moonlight on the bayou
A Creole tune that fills the air
I dream about magnolias in bloom
And I’m wishin I was there

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that’s where you left your heart
And there’s one thing more, I miss the one I care for
More than I miss New Orleans

Composição: Eddie DeLange

So Glad You’re Mine

My baby’s long and tall
She’s like a cannonball
Say everytime she loves me
Lordly, you can hear me squall
She cried, ooo-wee
I believe I’ll change my mind
She said: I’m so glad I’m living
I cried, I’m so glad you’re mine

My baby knows just how
To treat me right
Gives me plenty loving
Morning, noon, and night
She cried, ooo-wee
I believe I’ll change my mind
She said: I’m so glad I’m living
I cried, I’m so glad you’re mine

When my baby does what she does to me
I climb the highest mountain
Dive in the deepest sea
She cried, ooo-wee
I believe I’ll change my mind
She said: I’m so glad I’m living
I cried, I’m so glad you’re mine

My baby’s lips are red
And sweet like wine
And when she kisses me
I get high every time
She cried, oo-wee
I believe I’ll change my mind
She said: I’m so glad I’m living
I cried, I’m so glad you’re mine

Composição: Arthur Big Boy Crudup