Backwoods

Someone spilled blood many years ago Someone spilled blood but do you know That from the backwoods where the Chuck Berry's grow Come your long tall daddies of a rock and roll Take me to your backwoods now Take me to your backwoods now Spinning' down from the clouds Like a tornado Spinnin' out of control like a psychedelic soul With a rhythm hittin' harder than Larry Holmes Come your long tall daddies of rock and roll Take me to your backwoods now Take me to your backwoods now Take me to your backwoods now Take me to your backwoods now (yeah) Oh well Mr. Uplift Mofo my man Bo Diddley hit sippin' a bottle of nickle ripple Play the lickity split finger licking licks for all you wicked city slick chicks And all you nitty gritty hick we'll make your nipples ripple Make you wanna dip your dipple make you wanna soak your hickory stick, that's rigth Because my man has a grip on it and I do mean on it Which brings to mind a very sinister minister kind of guy A man named Little Richard who was born to make them bitches stir That's right he'll make the sweet substance drip from the middle of your hillbilly lips And like the farmer milk his cow the howling wolf will howl And since times does allow, you all can take me to your backwoods now, yo slim (Take me to your backwoods now) take me to your backwoods