Honey, 'deed I do Oh, my, do I Do I love you? Do I want you? I'm glad that I'm the one who found you Oh, my, do I Honey, 'deed I do That's why I'm always hanging around you That's why I'm always hanging around you

You know it ain't right just to treat me this a way. Well, you know it ain't right just to treat me this a way. Well, you know, my baby, have you home one day. You know it ain't right just to treat me like you do. Well, you know it ain't right just to

On this Gulfport Island Road It's the last fair deal goin' down On that Gulfport Island Road I love the way you do My captain's so mean on me Last fair deal goin' down It's the last fair deal goin' down, good Lord Please, Ida Belle, don't cry this time

Don't feel sorry 'Bout the way it's gone Don't you worry 'Bout what you've done Remember, remember today Remember when you were young How the hero was never hung Always got away Remember, how the man

All we gotta do is, listen Imagine it, anywhere More than miles I'll take you there Know one day from the sky, we'll be as one Now here we are Let's hit the road And away we go

And so you know the way it feels to cry The way that I cried when you broke my world in two And baby I learned the way to break a heart I learned from the best, I learned from you Oh baby, now, I learned from you Did you really think that I would really

Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat because You're gonna sing the words wrong Lady, running down to the riptide Oh, and they come unstuck Oh lady, running down

Oh darling, I know what you're going through. The last time you came through, Does your husband know? Does he know? Does your husband know the way that The sunshine gleams from your wedding band? Of the crickets that would convince me to call it a night?

Oh yea I tried to walk away But you kept coming back for more But you kept coming back Oh, the walking dead have rose again Oh, hell is rolling, 'round the end Oh yea tried to walk away But you kept coming back, You kept coming back for more Say what you

Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever