Someone spilled blood but do you know
That from the backwoods
Where the Chuck Berrys grow
Come your long tall
Daddies of a rock and roll
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Spinning' down from the clouds
Like a tornado
Spinnin' out of control
Like a psychedelic soul
With a rhythm hittin' harder
Than Larry Holmes
Come your long tall
Daddies of rock and roll
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Mr. Uplift Mofo - my man Bo Diddley
Hit sippin' a bottle of nickle ripple
Play the lickity split finger licking licks
For all you wicked city slick chicks
And all you nitty gritty hick
We'll make your nipples ripple
Make you wanna dip your dipple
Make you wanna soak your hickory stick
Because my man has a grip on it
And I do mean on it
Which brings to mind
A very sinister minister kind of guy
A man named Little Richard
Born to make them bitches stir
That's right he'll make the sweet substance drip
From the middle of your hillbilly lips
And like the farmer milk his cow
The Howling Wolf will howl
And since times does allow
You all can
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Someone spilled blood many years ago Someone spilled blood but do you know That from the backwoods Where the Chuck Berrys grow Come your long tall Daddies of a rock and roll Take me to your backwoods now Take me to your backwoods now Spinning' down from the clouds Like a tornado Spinnin' out of control Like a psychedelic soul With a rhythm hittin' harder Than Larry Holmes Come your long tall Daddies of rock and roll Take me to your backwoods now Take me to your backwoods now Mr. Uplift Mofo - my man Bo Diddley Hit sippin' a bottle of nickle ripple Play the lickity split finger licking licks For all you wicked city slick chicks And all you nitty gritty hick We'll make your nipples ripple Make you wanna dip your dipple Make you wanna soak your hickory stick Because my man has a grip on it And I do mean on it Which brings to mind A very sinister minister kind of guy A man named Little Richard Born to make them bitches stir That's right he'll make the sweet substance drip From the middle of your hillbilly lips And like the farmer milk his cow The Howling Wolf will howl And since times does allow You all can Take me to your backwoods now Take me to your backwoods now Take me to your backwoods now Explain Request ×
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