Jerry Lee Lewis

fox69 · 19.11.2014

"Sometimes A Memory Ain't Enough"

"Sometimes A Memory Ain't Enough"

I have your pictures to look at and a memory that helps me when I'm blue
I play those old records that we used to dance to
But these things can't take the place of you
I need me two arms to hold me warm and tender lips that I can touch (yes I do)
Yes I play my game but it's not the same sometimes a mem'ry just ain't enough

The thoughts of you help me keep up my mind together
And though it doesn't always helps it's true
Remembering darling that one time you really loved me
It helps to ease the pain of losing you
I need me two arms to hold me warm and tender lips that I can touch (yes I do)
Yes I play my game but it's not the same sometimes a mem'ry just ain't enough

fox69 · 19.11.2014

"Stepchild"
(feat. Daniel Lanois & Doyle Bramhall II)
(originally by Bob Dylan)

"Stepchild"
(feat. Daniel Lanois & Doyle Bramhall II)
(originally by Bob Dylan)

You mistreat me baby
I can't see no reason why
You know that I'd kill for you
And I'm not afraid to die.
But you treat me like a stepchild
Oh lord, am I your stepchild?
I wanna turn my back an' run away from you
But oh I just can't let you be.

I get nervous in your company
My knees get weak
Both my eyes get misty
And my tongue can't speak.
You treat me like a stepchild
Oh lord, am I your stepchild?
I wanna turn my back an' run away from you
But you know I can't let you be.

You know that I never loved you, honey
A nervous wreck
This way's gonna be like you hold me
Like a noose around my neck.
You treat me like a stepchild
Like a stepchild
I want to turn my back an' run away
But you know I can't let you be.

You treat me like a stepchild
Oh lord, am I your stepchild?
I want to turn my back an' run away from you
But you know I just can't let you be.

fox69 · 19.11.2014

"Sticks And Stones"
(originally by Ray Charles)

"Sticks And Stones"
(originally by Ray Charles)

People talkin' tryin' to break us up why won't they let me be
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words don't bother me
I've been abused in my heart I've been abused I've been abused in my heart
People talkin' tryin' to break us up they know I love you so
I don't care what the people may say I'll never never let you go
I've been abused in my heart I've been abused yeah I've been abused in my heart

Oh people talkin' tryin' to break us up scandlizin' my name
Say anything to make me feel bad yes anything to make me shame
I've been abused in my heart I've been abused yeah I've been abused in my heart
I've been abused I've been abused I said I've been abused
Honey you make me feel bad and you make me feel so bad
But I'm gonna love you bay in the middle of the night make you feel alright
Just stick with ol' Jerry Lee baby you know what I mean
Honey you know I won't treat you wrong brrr oh yeah brrrr come on baby

fox69 · 19.11.2014

"Sunday Morning Coming Down"

"Sunday Morning Coming Down"

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

fox69 · 19.11.2014

"Sweet Dreams"

"Sweet Dreams"

Sweet, sweet dreams of you
Every night I go through
Why can't, why can't I forget you and start my life a new
Instead of having sweet dreams about you

Oh you, you don't love me, it's plain
I should have known I'll never share your name
Yes I, I should hate you the whole night through
But I keep having sweet dreams about you

Oh I know, I know I should hate you,
I should hate you the whole night through
Instead of having sweet dreams about you
Instead of having sweet dreams about you

fox69 · 19.11.2014

"Sweet Georgia Brown"

"Sweet Georgia Brown"

She just got here yesterday,
Things are hot here now they say,
There's a new gal in town.
Gals are jealous, there's no doubt.

All the guys just rave about Sweet, Sweet Georgia Brown.
And ever since she came, the common folks all claim, say

No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown.
Two left feet, but oh, so neat has Sweet Georgia Brown.
They all sigh and wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown,
I'll tell you just why, you know I don't lie (not much!).

It's been said she knocks 'em dead when she lands in town.
Since she came why it's a shame how she's cooled 'em down.
Fellas that she can't get must be fellas that she ain't met.
Georgia claimed her, Georgia named her, Sweet Georgia Brown.

All you gals will get the blues, all you pals will surely lose.
And, there's but one excuse.
Now I've told you who she was,
And I've told you what she does,
Still, give this gal her dues.
This pretty maiden's prayer is answered anywhere

No gal made has got a shade on Sweet Georgia Brown.
Two left feet, but oh, so neat has Sweet Georgia Brown.
They all sigh and wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown,
I'll tell you just why, you know I don't lie (not much!).

All those tips the porter slips to Sweet Georgia Brown
They buy clothes at fashion shows for one dollar down.
Fellas, won'tcha tip your hats.
Oh boy, ain't she the cats?
Who's that mister, ain't her sister,
It's Sweet Georgia Brown.

fox69 · 19.11.2014

"Sweet Little Sixteen"
(originally by Chuck Berry)

"Sweet Little Sixteen"
(originally by Chuck Berry)

They're really rockin' in Boston
In Pittsburgh, Pa.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And round the 'Frisco Bay
All over St.Louis
And down in New Orleans
All the cats wanna dance with
Sweet Little Sixteen

Sweet Little Sixteen
She's just got to have
About half a million
Famed autographs
Her wallet filled with pictures
She gets them one by one
Becomes so excited
Watch her, look at her run.

"Oh Mommy, Mommy
Please may I go
It's such a sight to see
Somebody steal the show"
"Oh Daddy, Daddy
I beg of you
Whisper to Mommy
It's alright with you"

'Cause they'll be rockin' on Bandstand
In Philadelphia, Pa.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And round the 'Frisco Bay
All over St.Louis
Way down in New Orleans
All the cats wanna dance with
Sweet Little Sixteen

'Cause they'll be rockin' on Bandstand
In Philadelphia, Pa.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And round the 'Frisco Bay
All over St.Louis
Way down in New Orleans
All the cats wanna dance with
Sweet Little Sixteen

Sweet Little Sixteen
She's got the grown - up blues
Tight dresses and lipstick
She's sportin' high - heel shoes
Oh but tomorrow morning
She'll have to change her trend
And be sweet sixteen
And back in class again

Well the'll be rockin' in Boston
Pittsburgh, Pa.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And round the 'Frisco Bay
Way out in St.Louis
Way down in New Orleans
All the cats wanna dance with
Sweet Little Sixteen

fox69 · 19.11.2014

"Sweet Virginia"
(with Keith Richards)

"Sweet Virginia"
(with Keith Richards)

Wadin' through the waste stormy winter,
And there's not a friend to help you through.
Tryin' to stop the waves behind your eyeballs,
Drop your reds, drop your greens and blues.

Thank you for your wine, California,
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits.
Yes I got the desert in my toenail
And I hid the speed inside my shoe.

But come on, come on down Sweet Virginia,
Come on, honey child, I beg of you.
Come on, come on down, you got it in ya.
Got to scrape the shit right off you shoes.

I want you to come on, come on down Sweet Virginia,
I want you come on, honey child, I beg of you. .
I want you come on, honey child you got it in you.
Got to scrape that shit right off you shoes.

But come on, come on down Sweet Virginia,
Come on, come on down, I beg of you.
Come on, come on down, you got it in you.
Got to scrape that shit right off you shoes.

fox69 · 19.11.2014

"Swinging Doors"

"Swinging Doors"

This ol' smoke filled bar is something I'm not used to
But I gave up my home to see you satisfied
I just called to let you know where I'll be livin'
It's not much but I feel welcome here inside
I've got swinging doors a jukebox and a barstool
And my new home has a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me anytime you want to
Cause I'm always here at home till closin' time

I've got everything I need to drive me crazy
And I've got everything it takes to lose my mind
And in here the atmosphere's just right for heartaches
Thanks to you I'm always here till closin' time

I've got swinging doors a jukebox and a barstool
And my new home has a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me anytime you want to
Cause I'm always here at home till closin' time

fox69 · 19.11.2014

"Tennessee Saturday Night"

"Tennessee Saturday Night"

Now, listen while I tell you 'bout a place I know
Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows
Hidden from the world in a bunch of pines
Where the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines
Civilized people live there alright
But they all go native on a Saturday Night

Their music is a fiddle and a cracked guitar
They get their kicks from an old fruit jar
They do the boogie to an old square dance
The woods are full of couples lookin' for romance
Somebody takes his brogue and knocks out the light
Yes, they all go native on a Saturday night

When they really get together there's a lot of fun
They all know the other fellah packs a gun
Ev'rybody does his best to act just right
'Cause there's gonna be a funeral if you start a fight
They struggle and they shuffle till broad daylight
Yes, they all go native on a Saturday night

Well, now you've heard my story 'bout a place I know
Down in Tennessee where the tall corn grows
Hidden from the world in a bunch of pines
Where the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines
Civilized people live there alright
But they all go native on a Saturday night