Post by I on Apr 28, 2006 12:51:54 GMT
Hey, Bo Diddley
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.
Written by Ellas McDaniel aka Bo Diddley
Recorded by Bo Diddley 1957
Transcribed by OBSERVER STATION
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.
Written by Ellas McDaniel aka Bo Diddley
Recorded by Bo Diddley 1957
Transcribed by OBSERVER STATION
