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Old boy he ran
a little stop sign in the south.
a little stop sign in the south.
And he got in deeper trouble
with his mouth.
with his mouth.
They wouldn't let him
phone or make a bail.
phone or make a bail.
Just let him sit there
in that Delford County jail.
in that Delford County jail.
It wuden't me, it wuden't me
I'm so glad it wuden't me
No phone, no bail, no plea
Oh, I'm so glad it wuden't me
He had to break out
of that Delford County jail.
of that Delford County jail.
They put a Grand Dragon
posse on his trail.
posse on his trail.
And seven Alabama
bloodhounds in a line,
bloodhounds in a line,
Buckin' and barkin'
for a bite of his behind.
for a bite of his behind.
It wuden't me, it wuden't me
I'm so glad it wudn't me
Hung posses ain't my cup o'tea
Oh, I'm so glad it wuden't me
He was streakin' through
the Delta double three.
the Delta double three.
But them hungry hounds
was gainin' on his lee.
was gainin' on his lee.
His feet was playin'
"Louisiana Bound"
"Louisiana Bound"
Lord, you help me pick 'em up,
I'll put 'em down!
(Amen)
(Amen)
It wuden't me, it wuden't me
I'm so glad it wuden't me
Prayin' ain't no sure guarantee
Oh, I'm so glad it wuden't me
He was streakin' through
the Delta, stridin' wide.
the Delta, stridin' wide.
But that leadin' hound
was meters from his hide.
was meters from his hide.
Lord, bless my feet,
don't let 'em go corrupt.
don't let 'em go corrupt.
I'll lay 'em down as fast
as you can pick 'em up.
It wuden't me, it wuden't me
I'm so glad it wuden't me
Just meters from a canine jubilee
Oh, I'm so glad it wuden't me
He reached a highway
through the thicket on the side.
through the thicket on the side.
Then a trucker came along
and let him ride.
and let him ride.
But as he settled down
to thank him for no harm.
to thank him for no harm.
He saw a swasti-KKK
band on his arm.
band on his arm.
That's when he knew he had
to get on help his self.
to get on help his self.
'Stead if sittin' pinnin'
it on somebody else.
it on somebody else.
He hung a left into
that thicket 'cross the fence.
that thicket 'cross the fence.
And ain't nobody ever sawed
or seen him since!
or seen him since!
It wuden't me, it wuden't me
I'm so glad it wuden't me
It ain't quite my kinda cup o' tea
Chuck Berry
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| WUDEN'T ME is not to be confused with "It Wasn't Me" *** In 1962 or '63 in the days of John Kennedy Never would the powers that be ever let a black Rock n' Roll-ee... Have anything bad to say about the south or the KKK especially when his lyrics border with quality as good as Cole Porter A black badmouthing the KKK– absolutely no way! The idea would be obscene just let him sing about Maybelline Or just as good... let Chuck talk about Johnny B. Good! Paul Oliverio |
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