Someone spilled blood many years ago
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someone spilled blood but do you know
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that from the backwoods
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where the Chuck Berrys grow
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come your long tall
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daddies of a rock and roll
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Take me to your backwoods now
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take me to your backwoods now
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Spinning' down from the clouds
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like a tornado
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spinnin' out of control
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like a psychedelic soul
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with a rhythm hittin' harder
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than Larry Holmes
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come your long tall
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daddies of rock and roll
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Take me to your backwoods now
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take me to your backwoods now
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Mr. Uplift Mofo - my man Bo Diddley
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hit sippin' a bottle of nickle ripple
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play the lickity split finger licking licks
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for all you wicked city slick chicks
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and all you nitty gritty hick
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we'll make your nipples ripple
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make you wanna dip your dipple
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make you wanna soak your hickory stick
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because my man has a grip on it
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and I do mean on it
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which brings to mind
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a very sinister minister kind of guy
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a man named Little Richard
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born to make them bitches stir
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that's right he'll make the sweet substance drip
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from the middle of your hillbilly lips
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and like the farmer milk his cow
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the Howling Wolf will howl
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and since times does allow
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you all can
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Take me to your backwoods now
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Take me to your backwoods now
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Take me to your backwoods now
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Backwoods
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Red Hot Chili Peppers |