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There's a Dman in New Orleans who plays Rock and Roll.
He's a Dguitar man with a great big soul.
He Dlays down a beat like a ton of coal. He Dgoes by the name of King Creole.
You know he's G#7gone, gone, gone, jumpin' like a catfish on a Dpole,
you know he's A7gone, gone, gone, G7hipshaking King CreDole.G7 A7
When the Dking starts to do it, it's as good as done.
He Dholds his guitar like a tommy gun.
He Dstarts to growl from 'way down in his throat.
He Dbends a string and 'that's all she wrote'.
You know he's G#7gone, gone, gone, jumpin' like a catfish on a Dpole,
you know he's A7gone, gone, gone, G7hipshaking King CreDole.G7 A7
Well he Dsings a song about a crawdad hole. He Dsings a song about a jelly roll.
He Dsings a song about meat and greens. He Dwails some blues about New Orleans.
You know he's G#7gone, gone, gone, jumpin' like a catfish on a Dpole,
you know he's A7gone, gone, gone, G7hipshaking King CreDole.G7 A7
Well he Dplays something evil then, he plays something sweet.
No Dmatter what he plays, you got to get up on your feet.
When heDgets the rockin' fever, baby, heaven sakes,
he Ddon't stop playin' 'till the guitar breaks.
You know he's G#7gone, gone, gone, jumpin' like a catfish on a Dpole,
you know he's A7gone, gone, gone, G7hipshaking King CreDole.G7 D
Written by Jerry Leiber/Mike Stoller