1.Rockpalast - Intro(Believe In Me)
2.Hideaway
3.Messin' With The Kid
Lyricist：Mel London
Writer(s)：Mel London
What's this I hear goin' all around town
Tell everybody ya got to put the kid down
Oh lord, look at what-cha' did
Call it what you wanna
I call it messin' with the kid
Well you take the kids car
and ya drive around the block
Ya tell everybody Look at what you got
Hey, hey, oh lord, look at what-cha' did
Call it what you wanna
I call it messin' with the kid
Well the kid don't jive and he don't play
He say what he means and he mans what he say
Oh lord, oh lord, look at what cha' did
Call it what you wanna
I call it messin' with the kid
What's this I hear goin' all around town
Tell everybody ya got to put the kid down
4.Walking By Myself
Lyricist：J.A. Lany
Writer(s)：J.A. Lany
Walkin' by myself, I hope you'll understand
I just walk to be your lovin' man
I love you, yes, I love you with all my heart and soul
I wouldn't mistreat you for my weight in gold
You know I love you, you know it's true
Give you all my lovin', what more can I do
Walkin' by myself, I hope you'll understand
I just walk to be your lovin' man
You know I love you, you know it's true
Give you all my, what more can I do
I'm walkin' by myself, I hope you'll understand
I just walk to be your lovin' man
Yeah, I just walk to be your lovin' man
Try again now
5.Mississipi Blues
6.Divin' Duck(Hesitation Blues)
Lyricist：Sleepy John Estes
Writer(s)：Sleepy John Estes
If the river was whiskey and I was a divin',
Baby I was a divin' duck
(Oh) If the river was whiskey and I was a divin' duck
I would dive on the bottom, baby I would never come up
Well the sun gonna shine in my back door
Baby in my back door some day
Sun gonna shine in my back door someday
Well the wind gonna rise, blow my nat'ral blues away
Wrap your arms around me like a circle round the sun
I want you to love me pretty mama like my easy rider done
Wrap your legs around me like a circle round the sun
I want to you love me, pretty mama like my easy rider done
If I can't come in let me sit down by your
Baby let me sit down by your door
If I can't come in, let me sit down by your door
I can love you so easy it's your husband will never know
If the river was whiskey and I was a divin'
Baby, I was a divin' duck
(Oh) If the river was whiskey and I was a divin' duck
I would dive and dive, baby I would never come up
I would dive on the bottom baby, I would never come up
Oh, I would drive on the bottom, good girl would never come up
7.Johnny B. Goode
Lyricist：Chuck Berry
Writer(s)：Chuck Berry
Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens...
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode...
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johnny B. Goode
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play
His mama told him someday he would be a man,
And he would be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear him play his music when the sun go down
Maybe someday his name would be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.
8.Suzie Q.
9.Drum Solo
10.I'm Ready
11.Rockabilly Boogie
Lyricist：trad. arr. Winter
Writer(s)：trad. arr. Winter
Well it's a rock-rock rockabilly boogie
A rock-rock rockabilly boogie
A rock-rock rockabilly boogie
A rock-rock rockabilly boogie
A rock-rock rockabilly boogie tonight
Well I know a little spot on the edge of town
Where you can really dig 'em up and set 'em down
It's a little place called 'The Hide-away
You do the rockabilly 'till the break of day
Well they kick off their shoes, gettin' ready to bop
They're gonna rockabilly wearin' their socks
You wiggle your hip, feel the thrill
So come on little baby do the rockabilly-bill
Well there's little ol' Suzie, turnin' seventeen
Well everybody knows her as a rockabilly queen
And there's ol' Slim, as quiet as a mouse
He grabs ol' Suzie, they'll tear up the house
12.Medley
13.Jumpin' Jack Flash
Lyricist：JaggerRichards
Writer(s)：JaggerRichards
Watch it!
I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain,
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right. I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
It's a Gas! Gas! Gas!
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag,
I was schooled with a strap right across my back,
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
It's a Gas! Gas! Gas!
I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead.
I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled.
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was crowned with a spike right thru my head.
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
It's a Gas! Gas! Gas!
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
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