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ALL MAMA'S CHILDREN (Carl Perkins/Johhny Cash)
There was a woman who lived in a shoe
Had so many children she did not what to do
They were doing alright as she took them to town
She did some pickin' ('em) up and puttin' 'em down

All your children wanna rock mama
All your children wanna roll
They wanna roll wanna rock
Wanna bop till they drop
All your children wanna rock

We're not trying to live too fast
But we mighty well got a living class
We'd better move up cause the rent comes too
But we wanna live in the blue suede shoes

Every night when it's quiet and still
You can hear it echoing through the hills
Put them blue suede shoes on a moutain top
All your children are doing the bop

BOPPIN' THE BLUES (C.Perkins)
All my friends are boppin the blues
And it must be goin' 'round
All my friends are boppin the blues
And it must be goin' 'round
I love you, baby,
But I must be rhythm-bound

The doctor told me
Carl, you don't need no pills 
The doctor told me
Boy, you don't need no pills 
Just a handful of nickels
And a jukebox will cure your ill

Well, all cats must bit me
But I can feel no pain
That jutterbug caught me
But I don't feel no pain 
I still love you baby
But I'll never be the same

The grandfather gone an got rhythm
And he threw his crutches down 
The the ol' boy gone an got rhythm'n'blues
And he threw them crutches down 
Grandma he ain't triflin'
Well, the old boy's rhythm-bound

BLUE SUEDE SHOES (Carl Perkins)
Well it's one for the money
Two for the show
Three to get ready now go, cat, go
But don't you step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything but lay off a them blue suede shoes

Well you can knock me down
Step on my face
Slander my name
All over the place

CHORUS
You can do anything that you wanna do
But oh, oh honey, lay off a them shoes
But don't you step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything but lay off a them blue suede shoes

You can burn my house
Steal my car
Drink my liquor
From an old fruit jar

EVERYBODY'S TRYING TO BE MY BABY (Carl Perkins)
Well, they took some honey from a tree
Dressed it up and called it me
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby, now

I dreamed last night half past four
Wicked women knockin' on my door
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby...

Went out last night I din't stay late
Before I got home I had nineteen dates
Everybody's tryin' to be my baby...

GET IT (Paul McCartney singing with Carl Perkins)
You gotta get it mm mm
You gotta get it don't forget
It doesn't come around again
You gotta get it mm mm
You gotta get it
And you gotta get it good

Once I had a little Spanish guitar
The neihgbours told me I could go pretty far
Well I came and I went
And my guitar got bent

But I discovered that the people who love
Are what we need if we're to get up above it all
And that's that
Unless the world is flat
CHORUS: I wanna get it

Pardon me if I've been misunderstood
I wanna get it while the going is good
The telephone rang
About the song I sang

The life of Cadillac and ultra for sure
Is automatic for the Lady Demure
She came and she went
Without a single dent

HONEY DON'T (Carl Perkins)
How come you say you will when you won't
Say you do, baby, when you don't
Let me know, honey, how you feel
Tell the truth now: is love real?

But ah honey don't
Say you will when you won't 
Honey don't

I love you, baby, and you oughta know
I like the way that you wear your clothes
Everything about you is doggone sweet
You got that sand all over your feet

Well sometimes I love you on a Saturday night
Sunday morning you don't look bright
You've been out paintin' the town
Ah baby steppin' around

MATCHBOX (Carl Perkins)
I'm sitting here wonderin'
Matchbox, hole in my clothes
I got no matches
But I sure got a long way to go

I'm an old poor boy
And I'm a long way from home
I've never been happy
Cause everything I ever did was wrong

Well, if you don't want my peaches
Honey, please don't shake my tree
I got news for you, baby,
Leave me here in misery

Well, let me be your little dog
'Till your big dog comes
Oh when your big dog gets home
Watch how your puppy runs

THIS OLD HOUSE (S.Hamblen)
This old house once knew its children
This old house once knew its wife
This old house was home and comfort
As they fought the storms of life

This old house once rang with laughter
This old house heard many shouts
Now it trembles in the darkness
When the lightning walks about

Ain't gonna need this house no longer
Ain't gonna need this house no more
Ain't got time to fix the shingles
Ain't got time to fix the floor
Ain't got time to oil the hinges
Nor to mend the window pane
Ain't gonna need this house no longer
He's getting ready to meet the saints

This old house is gettin' shaky
This old house is gettin' old
This old house has seen the rain
This old house has seen the cold
On his knees are gettin' chilly
But he feels nor fear or pane
Cause he sees the angel peepin'
Through a broken window pane

YOUR TRUE LOVE (Carl Perkins)
Your love, your love
Your true love, your love
True love, baby,
That's what you give to me

Well God's made the world and made it round
I've got my baby and I'm glad I found
You've got that certain touch
And to my baby you mean so much
CHORUS

Well love was made I don't boast
When he made you he made the most
When I found you I found that
You give me something, baby, I can't forget
CHORUS

Well the big, the little, young and old
All need something to have and hold
When I found you I found that
You give me something, baby, I can't forget

Movie Magg
Turn Around
Gone Gone Gone
Let the Jukebox Keep On Playing
Sure To Fall
Tennessie
Dixie Fried
That's Right
Glad All Over
Lend Me Your Comb
Pink Pedal Pushers
Jive After Five
Levi Jacket(And a Long Tail Shirt)
Pointed Toe Shoes