Текст песни Carl Perkins - Rockabilly music

It was murder but we got there Minutes after midnight Bouncer was a linebacker Guardin' the door I said to my drummer Flukie, don't get nervous Just get that rhythm goin’ boy Gotta get them people on the floor A shadow crossed my bedpost Early in the morning It took me like a prisoner Fighting in a war I turned to my wife, Val, my angel Heaven's in your arms We're in the hands of the Lord Rockabilly music Ain’t nothin’ to it It’s just a hopped-up country song Casey Jones rollin' into Jackson, Tennessee Where I call home A rich man’s a pauper

In the First Bank of Heaven I knock on wood for five years Under the sword But you keep on pickin’ Rockin’ for a livin’ Heaven's in your arms I'm in the hands of the Lord Rockabilly music Ain’t nothin’ to it It’s just a hopped-up country song Rhythm from the delta of the muddy Mississippi In my bones I got a new pair of wingtips Cost me $200 A fresh set of strings On my Fender guitar I’m lookin’ at a sunrise In a cloudless sky A songbird’s singing Searching for the morning star Searching for the morning star Searching for the morning star
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