King creole

(Orig. = Capo 3)


There's a [D]man in New Orleans who plays Rock and Roll.
 He's a [D]guitar man with a great big soul.
He [D]lays down a beat like a ton of coal. He [D]goes by the name of King Creole.
You know he's [Ab7]gone, gone, gone, jumpin' like a catfish on a [D]pole,
you know he's [A7]gone, gone, gone, [G7]hipshaking King Cre[D]ole.[G7][A7]
When the [D]king starts to do it, it's as good as done. 
He [D]holds his guitar like a tommy gun.
He [D]starts to growl from 'way down in his throat. 
He [D]bends a string and "that's all she wrote".
You know he's [Ab7]gone, gone, gone, jumpin' like a catfish on a [D]pole,
you know he's [A7]gone, gone, gone, [G7]hipshaking King Cre[D]ole.[G7][A7]
Well he [D]sings a song about a crawdad hole. He [D]sings a song about a jelly roll.
He [D]sings a song about meat and greens. He [D]wails some blues about New Orleans.
You know he's [Ab7]gone, gone, gone, jumpin' like a catfish on a [D]pole,
you know he's [A7]gone, gone, gone, [G7]hipshaking King Cre[D]ole.[G7][A7]
Well he [D]plays something evil then, he plays something sweet. 
No [D]matter what he plays, you got to get up on your feet.
When he[D]gets the rockin' fever, baby, heaven sakes, 
he [D]don't stop playin' 'till the guitar breaks.
You know he's [Ab7]gone, gone, gone, jumpin' like a catfish on a [D]pole,
you know he's [A7]gone, gone, gone, [G7]hipshaking King Cre[D]ole.[G7][D]