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by Ellas
McDaniel a.k.a. Bo Diddley
recording of 19
from , copyright
notice
Bo Diddley bought his baby a diamond ring, but that diamond
ring don't shine
So he better take it to a private eye
If that private eye can't see, he better not take that ring
from me
Bo Diddley bought him a nanny goat, to make his pretty baby
a Sunday coat
Bo Diddley caught him a bear cat, to make his pretty baby a
Sunday hat
Mojo, mojo, and
black cat
bone, took Bo Diddley away from home
Mother ask mojo, where you been?
Up to Bo Diddley's house and back again
Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley, have you heard?
My pretty baby says she wants a bird
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by Ellas
McDaniel a.k.a. Bo Diddley
recording of 1955
from Bo
Diddley's 16 All-Time Greatest Hits (Checker LP
2989), copyright
notice
Bo Diddley bought his babe a diamond ring, if that diamond
ring don't shine
He gonna take it to a private eye, if that private eye can't
see
He'd better not take the ring from me
Bo Diddley caught a nanny goat, to make his pretty baby a
Sunday coat
Bo Diddley caught a bear cat, to make his pretty baby a
Sunday hat
Mojo come to my
house, ya black
cat bone, take my baby away from home
Ugly ole mojo, where ya bin, up your house, and gone
again
Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley have you heard?
My pretty baby says she was a bird
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by Ellas
McDaniel a.k.a. Bo Diddley
recording of 1960
from Bo
Diddley's 16 All-Time Greatest Hits (Checker LP
2989), copyright
notice
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
Yeh, ah-ha
Yeh, ah-ha
I've got a story I really want to tell,
about Bo Diddley at the O.K. Corral
Now, Bo Diddley didn't stand no mess,
he wore a gun on his hip and a rose on his chest
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
Yeh, ah-ha (he must be!)
Yeh, ah-ha (sure 'nuff!)
When Bo Diddley come to town,
the streets get empty and the sun go down
Sheriff's standing in the doorway,
you know he's so scared to say
Yeh, ah-ha
Yeh, ah-ha
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
Bo Diddley's a gunslinger
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by Jerome
Green
recording of 1956
from Bo
Diddley's 16 All-Time Greatest Hits (Checker LP
2989), copyright
notice
(Bo Diddley):
Well, every day I work, bringing home my pay
Come to find out baby, you've been giving my money away
Tell me baby, what you tryin' to do?
You ain't seen me hummin', like you used to do
Tell me mama, what's wrong with you?
You know pretty baby, I'm so crazy 'bout you
(Jerome Green):
All you pretty women, bring it to my home
You don't have to worry, I won't do you no wrong
Bring it on home, bring it to Jerome
Bring it on home, bring it to Jerome
Look here pretty baby, this mess I won't stand
All the other women, say you got another man
Bring it on home, bring it to Jerome
Bring it on home, bring it to Jerome
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by Ellas
McDaniel a.k.a. Bo Diddley
recording of 1958
from Bo
Diddley's 16 All-Time Greatest Hits (Checker LP
2989), copyright
notice
Dearest darling
Dearest darling
Dearest darling
Don't you know, the Lord above, created you, just for me to
love
Picked you out, from all the rest, because he knew I loved
you best
Dearest darling
Dearest darling
Dearest darling, take my hand, take my hand
I once had a heart, so trill and true
But now it's gone, from me to you
Take care of it, like I have done
For you have two hearts, and I have none
Dearest darling
Dearest darling
Dearest darling
If I get to heaven, before you do
I'll try to make a hole, and pull you thru
Dearest, dearest. dearest.
If I go to heaven, and you not there,
I'm gonna write your name, on the heavenly stair
If you aren't there, by turn of day,
Then I know baby, you know the way
Dearest, dearest, dearest
O sweet baby, o sweet baby...
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by Ellas
McDaniel a.k.a. Bo Diddley /
Harvey Fuqua
recording of 1956
from Bo
Diddley's 16 All-Time Greatest Hits (Checker LP
2989), copyright
notice
Diddley Diddley daddy
Diddley Diddley daddy
I got a baby that's oh so pretty,
I found her right here in the Windy City
Somebody kissed my baby last night,
my pretty baby cried, you know it wasn't right
Diddley Diddley daddy
Diddley Diddley daddy
My baby started to cry in vain,
say, "Bo Diddley, you know you're a natural born man"
I say I love you baby with all my heart,
please don't never say we'll part.
Diddley Diddley daddy
Diddley Diddley daddy
Bo Diddley, Bo Diddley here's our scene,
I want to know if you do love me
Diddley Diddley daddy
Diddley Diddley daddy
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by Ellas
McDaniel a.k.a. Bo Diddley
recording of 1957
from Bo
Diddley's 16 All-Time Greatest Hits (Checker LP
2989), copyright
notice
Bo Diddley done had a farm,
on that farm he had some women
Women here, women there,
women, women, women everywhere
But one little girl lived on a hill,
she rustled and tussled like Buffalo Bill
One day she decided she'd go for a ride,
with a pistol and a sword by her side
She rolled right up to my front door,
knocked an' knocked 'til her fist got sore
When she turned and walked away,
all I could hear my baby say
Hey Bo Diddley, oh Bo Diddley
Hey Bo Diddley, oh Bo Diddley
Saw my baby run across the field,
slippin' and slidin' like an automobile
Hollerin', my baby got towed away,
slipped on from me like a Cadillac-8
Hey Bo Diddley, oh Bo Diddley
Hey Bo Diddley, oh Bo Diddley
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by Ellas
McDaniel a.k.a. Bo Diddley
recording of 1958
from Bo
Diddley's 16 All-Time Greatest Hits (Checker LP
2989), copyright
notice
Oh (hush your mouth!)
Oh (hush your mouth!)
Hey little baby don't you cry,
mama gonna drop around
Hey little baby don't say a word,
mama gonna whoop you 'bout somethin' you heard
Oh (hush your mouth!)
Oh (hush your mouth!)
Mama gonna buy you a diamond ring,
if that diamond ring's brass,
mama gonna buy a lookin' glass
If that lookin' glass is broke,
mama gonna buy a horse and coach
If that horse and coach turn over,
mama gonna buy you a dog named Rover
Oh (hush your mouth!)
Oh (hush your mouth!)
Oh (hush your mouth!)
Oh (Hush your mouth!)
A coonskin alligator hide,
make into shoes baby, jus' like mine
Don't be scared to put 'em on your feet,
scared 'bout me, jus' can't be beat
Hush your mouth!
Hush your mouth!
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by Ellas
McDaniel a.k.a. Bo Diddley
recording of 1955
from Bo
Diddley's 16 All-Time Greatest Hits (Checker LP
2989), copyright
notice
Now when I was a little boy,
at the age of five
I had somethin' in my pocket,
keep a lot of folks alive
Now I'm a man,
made twenty-one
You know baby,
we can have a lot of fun
I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N, man
All you pretty women,
stand in line
I can make love to you baby,
in an hour's time
I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N, man
I goin' back down,
to Kansas Stew
Bring back the second cousin,
Little Johnny
the cocheroo
I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N, man
The line I shoot,
will never miss
The way I make love to 'em,
they can't resist
I'm a man,
I spell M-A-N, man
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by Ellas
McDaniel a.k.a. Bo Diddley
recording of 1956
from Bo
Diddley's 16 All-Time Greatest Hits (Checker LP
2989), copyright
notice
I'm looking for a woman, that will work to set me down
I'm looking for a woman, that will work to set me down
I've been looking all night long, she can't be found
Well I met one last night, and I told her what I liked
Well I met one last night, and I told her what I liked
She said get away from here country boy, go back to your
countryside
Well tell me baby, what you see wrong with me
Well tell me baby, what you see wrong with me
Well if I had you baby, you wouldn't be lookin' back at
me
Well so long mama, baby bye-bye you bye
Well so long mama, baby bye-bye you bye
Well now bye-bye baby, with a tear in your eye
Top
by Ellas
McDaniel a.k.a. Bo Diddley /
Harvey Fuqua / Alan Freed
recording of 1958
from Bo
Diddley's 16 All-Time Greatest Hits (Checker LP
2989), copyright
notice
I'm sorry, oh, I'm sorry
Oh baby, I'm sorry
For the things I said to you
You know I love you, you know I care
With you, my new heart I want to share
Darling I need you, with all your heart and soul
To know that I want you, and I'll never let you go
But forgive me, please forgive me
Please forgive me, for I knew not what I was sayin'
Come on little baby, come on darling
Give me another chance, to make up on my wrong
You know that I love you, you know I'll put nobody else
above you
Come on, come on, say that you'll love me
I'm sorry, oh yes I'm sorry
Oh I'm sorry, for the things I said t' you
Top
by Ellas
McDaniel a.k.a. Bo Diddley
recording of 19
from Chuck
Berry & Bo Diddley: Guitar Legends (MCA Special Products
20974), copyright
notice
(Whoa-ooh baby, I love you)
Ooh baby I love you, yeah
(Whoa-ooh baby, I love you)
Ooh baby I love you
(Spoken:)
Wait a minute!
You know my woman told me, she said,
"Bo Diddley, I love you, but I'm leavin'"
I said, "What?"
She said, "I love you but I'm leavin' you"
And I said, "Baby?"
And she kept sayin', "Whoa baby, I love you"
What you say, girl?
(Whoa-ooh baby, I love you)
Ooh, I love you
Ooow! Somethin' wrong here someplace
(Whoa-oh baby, I love you)
Wait a minute!
She said, "Here's the key to all of your locks,
take my name off of your mailbox
Here's the key to your Cadillac,
I got my own parked right out back"
I said, "What?"
There somethin' wrong here
And she kept talkin' 'bout
I love you
(Whoa-ooh baby, I love you)
Fellas, let me tell you somethin'
Ha, ha, ha
Wow! Woo, somethin' wrong
(Whoa-oh baby, I love (need) you
Wait a minute!
Let me tell you what else she told me
She said, "You know one thing, Diddley
I got all my bags packed,
in the middle of the dining room floor
I'm all packed and ready to go"
I said, "But baby, whoa baby
Baby, baby"
And then she told me
she said, "Got my own place,
with some brand new lock
I'm gonna tell the mailman,
I got a brand new box"
I said
(Whoa-oh baby, I love you)
"Woo you ain't jivin'
are you?"
There's somethin' wrong some place
She kept talkin' 'bout
"Ooh baby, (I want you, I love you)
(I need you)
(I love you) I love you
(I love you)
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by Willie Dixon
recording of 1956
from Chuck
Berry & Bo Diddley: Guitar Legends (MCA Special Products
20974), copyright
notice
You pretty thing
Let me buy you a wedding ring
Let me hear the choir sing
Oh you pretty thing
You pretty thing
Let me walk you down the aisle
Darling, it's where our love is found
Oh you pretty thing
Let me kiss you gentle
Squeeze and hold you tight
Let me give all my love
The rest of my life
You pretty thing
Let me hold you by my side
And become my blushing bride
You pretty thing
Pretty thing
Let me dedicate my life
You will always be my wife
Oh you pretty thing
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by Willie
Dixon
recording of 1955
from , copyright
notice
You pretty thing
Let me buy you wedding ring
Let me hear the choir sing
Oh, you pretty thing
You pretty thing
Let me walk you down the aisle
I'll just wear a lovely smile
Oh, you pretty thing
Let me kiss you gentle
Squeeze and hug you tight
Let me give you all my love
The rest of my life
You pretty thing
Let me hold you by my side
And become my blushing bride
You pretty thing
You pretty thing
Let me dedicate my life
You will always be my wife
Oh, you pretty thing
Top
by Ellas
McDaniel a.k.a. Bo Diddley
recording of 1960
from Bo
Diddley's 16 All-Time Greatest Hits (Checker LP
2989), copyright
notice
I'm a road runner honey beep beep!
I'm a road runner honey, and you can't keep up with me
I'm a road runner honey, and you can't keep up with me
Come on, let's race, baby baby, you will see
Here I come, beep beep!
Move over honey, let me by
Move over baby, let this man by
I'm gonna show you baby, look out your head
Gonna put some dirt in your eye
Here I go!
Oh yeah, how am I doin'?
Beep beep!
Take my hand baby,
I'm gonna prove to you that I'm a road running man
I wanna show you something,
that I'm the fastest in the land
Now let me by
Beep! Beep!
Oh yeah, you said you's fast,
but it don't look like you gonna last
Goodbye! I've got to put you down
I'll see you some day,
baby, somewhere hangin' around
Top
by Ellas
McDaniel a.k.a. Bo Diddley
recording of 1959
from Bo
Diddley's 16 All-Time Greatest Hits (Checker LP
2989), copyright
notice
(Alternate lines spoken by Bo Diddley and Jerome
Green):
Say man
What's that boy?
I want to tell you 'bout your girlfriend
What about my girl?
Well, you don't look strong enough to take the message
I'm strong enough
I might hurt your feelings
My feelings are already hurt by being here with you
Well, I was walking down the street with your girl the other
day
Ah-ha
And the wind was blowin' real hard
Is that right?
And the wind blew her hair into my face
Ah-ha
You know what else happened?
What happened?
The wind blew her hair into her face
Yeh?
And we went a little further; you wanna hear the rest of
it?
I might as well,
The wind blew her hair into the street!
Ok; since you told me about my girl, I'm gonna tell you
about yours. I was walking down the street with your
girl
Yes?
I took her home, for a drink, you know
Took her home?
Yeh, jus' for a drink
Oh
But that chick looked so ugly, she had to sneak up on the
glass to get a drink of water!
You've got the nerve to call somebody ugly; why you so ugly
the stork that brought you in the world oughta be
arrested!
That's alright; my momma didn't have to put a sheet on my
head so sleep could slip up on me!
Look-a here!
What's that?
Where are you from?
South America
What's that?
South America
You don't look like no South American to me
I'm still from South America
What part?
South Texas!
Where are your workin' boots at?
I've got 'em on
Those aren't no boots you got on; those broguettes!
Hey, look-a here!
What's that?
I've bin tryin' to figure out what you is
I already figured out what YOU is!
What's that?
You that thing I throw peanuts at!
Look-a here!
What's that?
You should be ashamed of yourself
Why?
Calling people ugly
I didn't call you ugly
What you say?
I said you was ruined, that's all!
You know somethin'?
What?
You look like you've bin whooped with a ugly-stick!
Hey! I ain't got nothin' to do with it, but I beat the
fellah right...!
Top
by Ellas
McDaniel a.k.a. Bo Diddley
recording of 1959
from Bo
Diddley's 16 All-Time Greatest Hits (Checker LP
2989), copyright
notice
I wanna tell you about my little girl,
her name is Millie-Lu
She's alright, she's alright
She's alright, she's alright
Sugar baby, sugar baby
Sweedy dee, sweedy dee
Baby, baby, sugar, sugar
Baby, oh I love you so,
I'll never let you go
You alright in my room
You alright at my table
You alright when we're walkin' down the street
The love in you and me, just can't be beat
Baby, baby
Baby, baby
Hold it everybody,
I wanna tell ya 'bout this little girl
I don't think ya getting the message straight,
I wanna tell you, she's alright
She make me feel
She make me feel, so good, so good
Sure 'nuff, sure 'nuff
Babe, hold my hand
Babe, hold my hand
I can't stand up by myself
I can't stand up without your help
Top
by Ellas
McDaniel a.k.a. Bo Diddley
recording of 1956
from Bo
Diddley's 16 All-Time Greatest Hits (Checker LP
2989), copyright
notice
I walked 47 miles of barbed wire, I use a cobra snake for a
necktie
I got a brand new house on the roadside, made from
rattlesnake hide
I got a brand new chimney made on top, made out of a human
skull
Now come on, take a little walk with me, Arlene and tell
me:
who do you love?
who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
I've got a tombstone hand and a graveyard mind, I'm just
twenty-two and I don't mind dyin'
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
I rode around the town'n use a rattlesnake whip, take it
easy Arlene don't give me no lip
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
The night was dark and the sky was blue, down the alley a
house wagon flew
Hit a bump and somebody screamed, you should'a heard just
what I seen
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Arlene took me by my hand, she said, "Ooo-eee Bo, I
understand"
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
Who do you love?
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Note 1: house-wagon, alternatively "ice-wagon"
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Can't Judge A Book By It's Cover
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by Willie
Dixon
recording of 1962
from , copyright
notice
You can't judge an apple by looking at a tree
You can't judge honey by looking at the bee
You can't judge a daughter by looking at the mother
You can't judge a book by looking at the cover
Oh can't you see, oh you misjudge me
I look like a farmer, but I'm a lover
You can't judge a book by looking at the cover
Oh come on in closer baby,
hear what else I gotta say!
You got your radio turned down too low
Turn it up!
You can't judge sugar by looking at the cane
You can't judge a woman by looking at her man
You can't judge a sister by looking at her brother
You can't judge a book by looking at the cover
Oh can't you see, oh you misjudge me
I look like a farmer, but I'm a Lover
You can't judge a book by looking at the cover
You can't judge a fish by lookin' in the pond
You can't judge right from looking at the wrong
You can't judge one by looking at the other
You can't judge a book by looking at the cover
Oh can't you see, oh you misjudge me
I look like a farmer, but I'm a lover
You can't judge a book by looking at the cover
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