Juke Box Lyrics - Jerry Lee Lewis

Juke Box Trk 11 

(Tony Colton) 

Jerry Lee Lewis 

London Session 1973 (outtake) 

...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 

Ye-aah 

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 

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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 

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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 

(Piano) 

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 

(Jerry Lee yodles a verse ) 

Well mama, she rolls, but she don't roll right. 

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