Chuck Berry (20. Rock It, 1979) - 8. Wuden't Me | Текст песни

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• Chuck Berry (20. Rock It, 1979)
• 8. Wuden't Me

Old boy he ran a little stop sign in the south
And he got in deeper trouble with his mouth
They wouldn`t let him phone or make a bail
Just let him sit there in that Delford County jail

It wudn`t me, it wudn`t me
I`m so glad it wudn`t me
No phone, no bail, no plea
Oh, I`m so glad it wudn`t me

He had to break out of that Delford County jail
They put a Grand Dragon posse on his trail
And seven Alabama bloodhounds in a line
Buckin` and barkin` for a bite of his behind

It wudn`t me, it wudn`t me
I`m so glad it wudn`t me
Hung posses ain`t my cup o`tea
Oh, I`m so glad it wudn`t me

He was streakin` through the Delta double three
But them hungry hounds was gainin`on his lee
His feet was playin` `Louisiana Bound`
Lord, you help me pick `em up, I`ll put `em down (Amen)

It wudn`t me, it wudn`t me
I`m so glad it wudn`t me
Prayin` ain`t no sure guarantee
Oh, I`m so glad it wudn`t me

He was streakin` through the Delta, stridin` wide
But that leadin` hound was meters from his hide
Lord, bless my feet, don`t let `em go corrupt
I`ll lay `em down as fast as you can pick `em up

It wudn`t me, it wudn`t me
I`m so glad it wudn`t me
Just meters from a canine jubilee
Oh, I`m so glad it wudn`t me

He reached a highway through the ticket on the side
And a trucker came along and let him ride
But as he settled down to thank him for no harm
He saw a swasti-KKK band on his arm

That`s when he knew he had to get on help his self
`Stead if sittin` pinnin` it on somebody else
He hung a left into that thicket `cross the fence
And ain`t nobody ever sawed or seen him since

It wudn`t me, it wudn`t me
I`m so glad it wudn`t me
It ain`t quite my kinda cup o`tea
Jeez, I`m glad it wudn`t me

It wudn`t me, it was not me
I`m so glad it wudn`t me
It just ain`t my kinda cup o`tea
Jeez, am I glad it wudn`t me

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