Little Yellow Label
They could have run us out of town for the thing we were putting down
We were out on a wire in the youth of our attire
Chicken and feathers whatever is better, an acetate so flat
Be my friend and Spin it again, I could cut my teeth on that
Cool cat coming from the cotton fields making such a fuss
Lift a batch from the watermelon patch and get out on the bus
Purr pretty kiddy back to Union Avenue, down the river, delta blues
I miss the Memphis Beale and the life I used to feel,
The sounds of my soul oh that little yellow label, of Rock and Roll.
You can't segregate the dial, saluting such good style
You'd better comb your hair back straight sing a song while we wait
Carl, Johnny, Jerry Lee, Howlin, Jr., Sonny, B.B.
I been crying all day long since Roy's been gone
Juke box jumping in my heart, from another time
Keeps me turning back again, in my present mind
Purr pretty kiddy back to Union Avenue,
Down the river, delta blues
I miss the Memphis Beale and the life I used to feel,
The sounds of my soul oh that little yellow label, of Rock and Roll.
oh that little yellow label, of Rock and Roll.
We were out on a wire in the youth of our attire
Chicken and feathers whatever is better, an acetate so flat
Be my friend and Spin it again, I could cut my teeth on that
Cool cat coming from the cotton fields making such a fuss
Lift a batch from the watermelon patch and get out on the bus
Purr pretty kiddy back to Union Avenue, down the river, delta blues
I miss the Memphis Beale and the life I used to feel,
The sounds of my soul oh that little yellow label, of Rock and Roll.
You can't segregate the dial, saluting such good style
You'd better comb your hair back straight sing a song while we wait
Carl, Johnny, Jerry Lee, Howlin, Jr., Sonny, B.B.
I been crying all day long since Roy's been gone
Juke box jumping in my heart, from another time
Keeps me turning back again, in my present mind
Purr pretty kiddy back to Union Avenue,
Down the river, delta blues
I miss the Memphis Beale and the life I used to feel,
The sounds of my soul oh that little yellow label, of Rock and Roll.
oh that little yellow label, of Rock and Roll.
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Writer(s): Christopher D Knox
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