A There's a man in New Orleans who plays rock and roll A He's a guitar man with a great big soul A And he lays down a beat like a ton of coal A He goes by the name of King Creole D You know he's gone, gone, gone A Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole, yeah E You know he's gone, gone, gone D A And hip shaking King Creole A When the King starts to do it it's as good as done A He holds his guitar like a tommy gun A He starts to growl from way down in his throat A He bends a string and that's all she wrote D You know he's gone, gone, gone A Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole E You know he's gone, gone, gone D A And hip shaking King Creole A He sings a song about a crawdad hole A He sings a song about a jelly roll A He sings a song about pork and greens A He sings some blues about New Orleans D You know he's gone, gone, gone A Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole, yeah E You know he's gone, gone, gone D A And hip shaking King Creole A He plays something evil then he plays something sweet A No matter how he plays you got to get up on your feet A And when he gets the rockin' fever baby, heaven sakes A He don't stop playin' 'til his guitar breaks D You know he's gone, gone, gone A Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole, yeah E You know he's gone, gone, gone D A And hip shaking King Creole E You know he's gone, gone, gone D A Hip shaking King Creole
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