Ellis McDaniels In a place called McCoom Mississipi about 1926 He moved to Chicago about 1938 Where his name was eventually changed To Bo Diddley He practiced the guitar
straight out the box with a bowl o' champ Yo, he a beast with the sugar and yeast, mix it in pots Like the way his release mixes jazz, blues and pop
Edgar Allan Poe But since I'm a ne-gro, I flows like Maya Ange-lou No banja-lo was played, I means banjo betrayed so the guitar, had to take the bitch
Il y a deux ans a peine Un chomeur en deroute Le fils de la pharmacienne Un bassiste de Toulouse Un batteur looke Harlem Un melange de jazz and blues
y a deux ans a peine Un chômeur en deroute Le fils de la pharmacienne Un bassiste de toulouse Un batteur looke harlem Un melange de jazz and blues
up his bow and he made another pass And he played 'Sally Good' kinda rowdy and fast Then he played a little blues and he played a little jazz Just to
Stone I met the president when I was half stoned I been so high I've gotten confused I been beat down, broke and used Motherfucker I drank with hank, talked blues
Stone I met the president when I was half stoned I've been so high I've gotten confused I been beat down, broke and used, motherfucker I drank with Hank, talked blues
chased away And now it's just a dying town It's just a dying town (instrumental break) Fat cat came and chased all the blues away And punk rock, jazz
it on, guitar man Guitar ma-an Guitar ma-an Guitar ma-an Guitar ma-an Let's get it on, let's get it on, guitar man Guitar ma-an Guitar ma-an Guitar ma-an Guitar
Give him a soft guitar to play what he choose He ain't got no fancy chords Only got his blues Poor, happy Jimmy I didn't know him very well but he was
In the home of jazz Well I wanna be in 'Bama In the heart of Dixie Singin' with the Swampers CHORUS Tomorrow mornin' I'll leave my home With my guitar
box with a bolo champ' Yo he a beast with the sugar and yeast, mix it in pots Like the way his release mixed jazz blues and pops And the salsa fusion,
Ce jazz qui d'jazze dans le noir Et ce mal qui nous fait du bien C'est extra Ces mains qui jouent de l'arc-en-ciel Sur la guitare de la vie Et puis ces
don't wanna play no heavy jazz With high class music And its stuffed shirt nights 'Cos I wanna be a rock 'n roll star And make my money out of playing' guitar
rock dans le blues, faut mettre du funk dans le blues, faut mettre de la soul dans le blues, faut mettre du reggae dans le blues, faut mettre du jazz
