There's a man in New Orleans
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Who plays rock and roll
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He's a guitar man
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With a great big soul
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He lays down a beat
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Like a ton of coal
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He goes by the name
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of King Creole
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You know he's gone, gone, gone
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Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole
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You know he's gone, gone, gone
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Hip shaking King Creole
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When the king starts to do it
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It's as good as done
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He holds his guitar
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like a tommy gun
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He starts to growl
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From way down his throat
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He bends a string
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And that's all she wrote
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You know he's gone, gone, gone
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Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole
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You know he's gone, gone, gone
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Hip shaking King Creole
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Well, he sings a song
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about a crowded hole
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He sings a song
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about a jelly roll
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He sings a song
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about pork and greens
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He sings some blues
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'bout New Orleans
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You know he's gone, gone, gone
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Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole
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You know he's gone, gone, gone
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Hip shaking King Creole
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<Interlude>
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Well, he plays something evil
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Then he plays something sweet
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No matter how he plays
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You got to get up on your feet
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When he gets the rockin' fever
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baby, heaven sakes
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He don't stop playin'
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'Till his guitar breaks
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You know he's gone, gone, gone
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Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole
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You know he's gone, gone, gone
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Hip shaking King Creole
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You know he's gone, gone, gone
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Hip shaking King Creole
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e the time and get it right
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King Creole
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| (alternate take 3, previously unreleased) |
