Jerry Lee Lewis Juke Box Lyrics

Juke Box Lyrics

Juke Box     Trk 11

(Tony Colton)

Jerry Lee Lewis

London
Session 1973 (outtake)

Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com





...I'll fake it

But some how-a old Jerry comes through

Sometimes
I feel like I, I just can't take it

But somehow the Killer comes
through

Ye-aah



(instrumental & piano solo)



I
was born in Ferriday, Lou'siana

Lord, I was born feet first

Come
out jumpin', been jumpin'ever since

Lord, I know how to take it 

Oh, the Killer's gotta come through



Pick your guitar, fella



(instrumental & piano)



Born on the farm in Lou'siana

Lord, I had a hard time choppin' that cotton

Ooooooh, mama used to
say

'Son, I'm gonna get ya a piano

'And you may turn out to be
rotten'

But I didn't



Ooh, I'm gonna make it

I gotta
make it

'Look out son, you might get yourself in trouble'

But I
didn't

Woo-hoo!

Turned out good!

What am I gonna do now?

Wouldn't know if I could



Take it, son



(instrumental
& guitar solo)



New Orleans, Louisiana

Found me a little Cajun
queen

We were doin' pretty good

One night she shook that thing

And then we vowed to marry, Lord

What a big mistake, I made it

But, I'll make it wait and see



Woo! Give it to me, now



(Piano)



C'mon, I gotta make it

Wooo-wooo-wooo-ooo!

I hear ya

Just layin' it in, hangin' it
in

A-like Gunga Dinh



Woo!



Pick it, son!   



(Instrumental & guitar solo)  Oooh-OOOH!



Ooh, the floor
is shakin' with that juke box

And ev'rybody is singin',
'yeah-yeah-yeah'

Woo!



Do ya love me baby?

Don't you
think I'm out of sight?

Mama, she rolls but she don't roll right

Think about it, umm



The town is burnin' with the heat wave

The weather broadcast keeps sayin'

Fine, fine, fine, fine



Do ya love me baby?

Don't ya think I'm outta sight?

Mama, she
rolls but she don't roll all night

Yeah



(Instrumental &
piano)



Yes, the town is burnin' with the heat wave

The
weather broadcast keeps sayin'

Fine, fine, fine

Do you love me,
baby?

Don't you think I'm outta sight?

Oh mama, she rolls, but she
don't roll right



Play it organ, stud!  Ho!



(Instrumental & organ)  Woo!



The floor is shakin' with the juke
box

And ev'rybody is singin' ha, ' yeah-yeah-yeah'

Do ya love me
baby?

Do you think I'm outta sight?

Mama, she rolls, but she don't
roll right



(Jerry Lee yodles a verse ) 



Well mama,
she rolls, but she don't roll right.



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