And the three men I admire most:
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost–
They caught the last train for the coast,
The day the music died…
You, alone can make the song take flight,
Help me make the music of the night…
To the beat of the rhythm of the night, dance until the morning light
Forget about the worries on your mind, you can leave them all behind
To the beat of the rhythm of the night
Sittin in the porch swing
Listenin’ to the light rain
Beatin’ on the tin roof
Baby, just a-me and you
Rockin’ with the rhythm of the rain
You’re what?
Tin roof
Rusted!
Love shack, baby love shack!
Love shack, baby love shack!
Love shack, baby love shack!
Love shack, baby love shack!
People, let me tell you 'bout a place I know, to get in it don’t take much dough
Where you can really do your thing, oh yeah
It’s got a neon sigh outside that says
Come in and take a look at your mind
You’ll be surprised what you might find
Strobe lights flashing from sun up to sun down
People gather there from all parts of town
Right around the corner, you know it’s just across the track
People I’m talking abut the psychedelic shack
Hello everybody this cat is back,
Looking for a place called the Chicken Shack
They only serve warm beer rice and beans
But it feels just like it’s down in New Orleans
Brace yourself baby I’m here to attack
Down at the place called the Chicken Schack
My memory is muddy, what’s this river that I’m in?
New Orleans is sinking man, and I don’t wanna swim
You know ev’ry Southern Belle
Is a Mississippi Queen.
Down the Mississippi,
Down in New Orleans.
Yeah, there is heaven right here on earth with those beautiful queens
Yeah, way down yonder in New Orleans
And the witch-queen of New Orleans
She lived in a magic possessed
By the devils skew
From a shack near the swamp lands
Made of mud be brick
Marie stirred her witches brew
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I’m one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin’ man
Down in New Orleans
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she’s in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
The skies are clear,
It’s a beautiful day in L.A.
People in motion,
Our wheels movin’ all kind of ways.
Indoors, outdoors, in the sun–
There are people everywhere havin’ fun, fun, fun…
A lotta guys try to catch her
But she leads them on a wild goose chase now
(You drive like an ace now you drive like an ace)
And she’ll have fun fun fun
'Til her daddy takes the T-bird away
(Fun fun fun 'til her daddy takes the T-bird away)
Oh mamma dear, we’re not the fortunate ones,
And girls–they wanna have fun,
Girls just wanna have fun…
Oh, I know that the music’s fine
Like sparklin’ wine, go and have your fun.
Laugh and sing, but while we’re apart
Don’t give your heart to anyone.
Hot fun in the summertime…
In the summertime when the weather is hot
You can stretch right up and touch the sky
When the weather’s fine
You got women, you got women on your mind
Have a drink, have a drive
Go out and see what you can find
Summer dreams ripped at the seams, but, oh, those summer nights.