HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
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Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun Well,
I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

DON'T LET ME BE MISUNDERSTOOD
Baby, do you understand me now
Sometimes I feel a little mad
Well don't you know that no-one alive
Can always be an angel
When things go wrong I seem to be bad
I'm just a soul who's intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree
With a joy that's hard to hide
And sometimes it seems that
All I have to do is worry
And then you're bound to see my other side
I'm just a soul who's intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
If I seem edgy, I want you to know
That I never mean to take it out on you
Life has it's problems and I get my share
And that's one thing
I never mean to do 'cause I
love you Oh, oh, oh, baby, don't you know
I'm human Have thoughts like any other one
Sometimes I find myself alone and regretting
Some foolish thing, some little simple thing
I've done I'm just a soul who's intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Yes, I'm just a soul who's intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Yes, I'm just a soul who's intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Yes, I'm just a soul who's intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

STORY OF BO DIDDLEY
Now listen here to the story of Bo Diddley
The rock 'n roll scene in general Bo Diddley was born
Ellis McDaniels In a place called McCoom
In Mississippi about 1926
He moved to Chicago about 1938
Where his name was eventually changed to Bo Diddley
He practised the guitar every day and
sometimes into the night 'till his papa's hair began to turn white
His pa said "Son, listen here, I know"
"You can stay but, uh, that guitar's just got to go"
So he pulled his hat down over his eyes
And headed on out for them western skies
I think Bob Dylan said that
He hit New York City
He began to play the Apollo in Harlem
Good scene there Everybody raved
One day, one night Came a Cadillac, four headlights
Came a man with a big long fat cigar He said "
Come here son, I'm going to make you a star
" Bo Diddley said "Uh, what's in it for me?"
The man said "Uh, shut your mouth son and play the guitar"
"and you just wait and see"
Well, Bo made it, he made it real big
And so did the rest of the Rock 'n Roll scene along with him
And a white guy called Johnny Otis took Bo Diddley's rhythm
And changed into hand jive
And it went like this: In a little old country town one day
A little old country man begin to play
Had two guitars and a beat-up saxophone
When the drummer said ??? those cats begin to ???
Oh baby, oooo we oh oh Oooo la la that rock 'n roll
You hear me, oooo we oh oh Oooo la la that rock 'n roll
Then the U.S. music scene, there was big changes made
Due to circumstances beyond our control Such as payola
The rock 'n roll scene died after two years of solid rock
You got discs like, uh: Take good care of my baby
Please don't ever make her blue
And so forth About, uh, one year later
In a place called Liverpool in England Uh, four young guys with mop haircuts
Begin to sing stuff like, uh: It's been a hard day's night
And I've been workin' like a dog
And so on A place called Richmond in Surrey Way down in the deep south
Where the guys had long hair down their backs sang:
I wanna be your lover baby I wanna be your man, yeah
And all that jazz
Well we been doin' this number "Bo Diddley" for quite some time now
Bo Diddley visited this country last year
And we were playin' the Club A-Go-Go in Newcastle, our home town
And the doors opened one night
And to our surprise in walked the man himself,
Bo Diddley Along with him was, uh, Jerome Green, his maraca man
And the Dutchess, his gorgeous sister
Now we're doin', uh, we're doin' this number
Along with them came Rolling Stones and
The Mersey Beats They're all standin' around diggin' it
And I overheard Bo Diddley talkin'
He turned around to Jerome Green, he said "Hey Jerome.
What do you think of these guys doin our, our material?
" Jerome said "Uh, where's the bar, man.
Please show me to the bar."
He turned around to the Dutchess and he said "Hey Dutch.
What do you think of these young guys doin' our material?"
She said ah, "I don't know.
I only came across here to see the changin' of the guards and all that jazz."
But Bo Diddley looked up at me and he said, uh With half-closed eyes and a smile He said "Man".
Took off his glasses. He said "Man" "That sure is the biggest load of rubbish ever heard in my life"
Hey Bo Diddley (Hey, Bo Diddley)
Oh Bo Diddley (Hey, Bo Diddley)
Yeah Bo Diddley (Hey, Bo Diddley)
Oh Bo Diddley (Hey, Bo Diddley)
Yeah Bo Diddley (Hey, Bo Diddley)
Oh Bo Diddley (Hey, Bo Diddley)