| N.C. | A | |
| Well, | it’s a-one for the money |
| N.C. | A | |
| Two | for the show |
| N.C. | A | A7 | A | |
| Three | to get ready and | go, | cat, | go! |
| D | ||
| But | don’t | you, |
| A | |
| step on my Blue Suede | Shoes |
| E | ||
| You can | do | anything, |
| A | |
| But lay of of my Blue Suede | Shoes |
| A | |
| All of my | love |
| All of my kissin’ |
| You don’t know |
| What you been a missin’ |
| D | ||
| Oh | boy, | when you’re with me |
| A | ||
| Oh | boy, | the world can see |
| E | D | A | |||
| That | you | were | meant | for | me |
| E | |
| Stars | appear and the shadows are fallin’ |
| A | |
| You | can hear my heart a-callin’ |
| D | ||
| A | lit | tle bit of lovin’ makes everything right |
| E | ||
| And | I’m | gonna see my baby tonight |
| A | ||
| Deep | down | in Louisiana close to New Orleans |
| Way back up in the woods among the evergreens |
| D | ||
| There | stood | a log cabin made of earth and wood |
| A | ||
| Where | lived | a country boy named Johnny B. Goode |
| E | ||
| Who | never | ever learned to read or write so well |
| D | A | |||
| But he could | play | a guitar just like a- | ring | ing a bell |
| D | A | ||||
| Go, go, Go Johnny go! | × 1 | × 1 | × 1 |
| E | A | |
| Go | Johnny B. | Goode |
| A | N.C. | |
| One | two | three o’clock, four o’clock rock |
| A | N.C. | ||
| Fiv | e | six seven o’clock, eight o’clock rock |
| A | N.C. | ||
| Nin | e | ten eleven o’clock, twelve o’clock rock |
| E | ||
| We’re gonna | rock | around the clock tonight. |
| A | ||
| So put your | glad | rags on and join me hon’ |
| We’re gonna have some fun when the clock strikes one. |
| D | ||
| We’re gonna | rock | around the clock tonight |
| A | ||
| We’re gonna | rock | rock rock till the broad daylight |
| E | A | ||
| We’re gonna | rock, | gonna rock around the clock to | night. |
| Ab | A | × 2 |
| (Ab) | A | ||
| The | war | den threw a party in the county jail |
| The prison band was there and they began to wail |
| The band was jumpin’ and the joint began to swing |
| You should’ve heard them knocked-out jailbirds sing |
| D | A | ||
| Let’s | rock | everybody, let’s | rock |
| E | ||
| Every | body | in the whole cell block |
| A | ||
| Was | dan | cin’ to the Jailhouse Rock |
| A | N.C. | |||
| A- | wop | -bop | -a- | loo-mop alop-bom-bom |
| A | D | A | E | |||||
| Tutti Frutti, aw rutti | × 2 | × 1 | × 1 | × 1 |
| A | N.C. | ||
| A | wop-bop | -a-loo-mop | alop bom bom |
| A | |
| You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain |
| D7 | |
| Too much love drives a man insane |
| E7 | D7 | ||
| You broke my will, | oh what a thrill |
| A | |
| Good | ness gracious great balls of fire |
| D | A | ||
| You | kissed me baby, | woo, | it feels good |
| D7 | E7 | ||
| Hold | me baby, | girl, | let me love you like a lover should |
| E7 | E7 | ||
| You’re fine, | so kind |
| E7 | |
| I’m | gonna tell the world |
| that you’re mine mine mine mine |
| A | D | |||
| 𝄆 | I’m | going up the country, baby don’t you wanna go | 𝄇 |
| E | D | A | |||
| I’m goin’ | to | some place, I’ve | never | been be | fore |
| A | ||
| You ain’t nothin’ but a | hound | dog |
| Cryin’ all the time |
| D7 | ||
| You ain’t nothin’ but a | hound | dog |
| A | |
| Cryin’ all the | time |
| E7 | ||
| Well, you ain’t | ne | ver caught a rabbit |
| D7 | A | ||
| And you | ain’t | no friend of | mine |
| A | |
| I’m | gonna write a little letter, |
| gonna mail it to my local DJ. |
| D | A | ||
| It’s a | rock | in’ rhythm record I want my jockey to | play. |
| E | A | ||
| Roll | over | Beethoven, I gotta hear it again to | day. |
| A | ||
| Kom van dat | dak | af, ’k waarschuw niet meer |
| Nee, nee, nee, nee, nee, nee |
| D | A | ||
| Van | dat dak af, ’k waar | schuw | niet meer |
| E | D | A | |||
| Kom van dat | dak | af, | dit was de laatste | keer |
| A | D | E | |||
| Well shake it up | baby | now, ( | shake | it up | baby) |
| A | D | E | |||
| Twist and | shout. | ( | Twist | and | shout) |
| Come on, come on, come on, |
| A | D | E | |||
| come on, | baby | now, ( | come | on | baby) |
| A | D | E | ||||
| Come on and work it on | out. | ( | Work | it on | out, | ooh!) |
| E | A | D | E | ||
| Para bailar la | bam | ba |
| Para bailar la bamba se necesita una poca de gracia |
| Una poca de gracia pa’ mi pa’ ti y arriba y arriba |
| Ah y arriba y arriba por ti seré, por ti seré, por ti seré |
| A | ||
| Ba | ba ba ba Barbara Ann | × 3 |
| D | A | ||
| (take my | hand) | Bar | bara Ann |
| E | ||
| You’ve got me | rock | in’ and a-rollin’ |
| D | A | |
| Rock | in’ and a-reelin’ Barbara | Ann |
| (Ba ba ba ba Barbara Ann) |
| A | |
| Well | bless my soul |
| What’s wrong with me? |
| I’m itching like a man on a fuzzy tree |
| My friends say I’m actin’ wide as a bug |
| A | N.C. | |
| I’m | in love |
| I’m all shook up |
| D | E | A | N.C. | ||||
| Uh | huh | ohh | yeah, | yeah! | ( | I’m | all shook up) |