Juke Box

I'll fake it But some how-a old Jerry comes through Sometimes I feel like I, I just can't take it But somehow the Killer comes through Yeah I was born in Ferriday, Lou'siana Lord, I was born feet first Come out jumpin', been jumpin'ever since Lord, I know how to take it Oh, the Killer's gotta come through Pick your guitar, fella Born on the farm in Lou'siana Lord, I had a hard time choppin' that cotton Ooooooh, mama used to say 'Son, I'm gonna get ya a piano 'And you may turn out to be rotten' But I didn't Ooh, I'm gonna make it I gotta make it 'Look out son, you might get yourself in trouble' But I didn't Woo-hoo! Turned out good! What am I gonna do now? Wouldn't know if I could Take it, son New Orleans, Louisiana Found me a little Cajun queen We were doin' pretty good One night she shook that thing And then we vowed to marry, Lord What a big mistake, I made it But, I'll make it wait and see Woo! Give it to me, now C'mon, I gotta make it Wooo-wooo-wooo-ooo! I hear ya Just layin' it in, hangin' it in A-like Gunga Dinh Woo! Pick it, son! Ooh, the floor is shakin' with that juke box And ev'rybody is singin', 'yeah-yeah-yeah' Woo! Do ya love me baby? Don't you think I'm out of sight? Mama, she rolls but she don't roll right Think about it, umm The town is burnin' with the heat wave The weather broadcast keeps sayin' Fine, fine, fine, fine Do ya love me baby? Don't ya think I'm outta sight? Mama, she rolls but she don't roll all night Yeah Yes, the town is burnin' with the heat wave The weather broadcast keeps sayin' Fine, fine, fine Do you love me, baby? Don't you think I'm outta sight? Oh mama, she rolls, but she don't roll right Play it organ, stud! Ho! The floor is shakin' with the juke box And ev'rybody is singin' ha, ' yeah-yeah-yeah' Do ya love me baby? Do you think I'm outta sight? Mama, she rolls, but she don't roll right Well mama, she rolls, but she don't roll right --- Juke Box - Jerry Lee Lewis