Oh, someone spilled blood many years ago
Whoa, someone spilled blood, but do you know
That from the backwoods where the Chuck Berrys grow
Come your long tall, daddies of rock and roll, oh no
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Spinnin' down from the clouds, like a tornado
Spinnin' outta control, like a psychadelic soul
With a rythm hitting' harder than Larry Holmes
Come your long tall daddies of rock and roll, oh no
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
WHOA!
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Yeah!
Oh well, Mr. Uplift Mofo, my man Bo Diddley
Hit sippin' a bottle of nickle ripple
Play the lickity split finger lickin' licks
For all you wicked city slick chicks
And all you nitty gritty hick
We'll make your nipples ripple
He'll make you wanna dip your dipple
He'll make you wanna soak your hickory stick, that's right
Because my man has a grip on it
And I do mean on it
So, which brings to mind
A very sinister minister kind of guy
A man named Little Richard
Who was born to make them bitches stir
That's right, he'll make the sweet subtance drip
From the middle of your hillbilly lips
And like the farmer milks his cow
The Howling Wolf will howl
And since time does allow
You all can take it to your backwoods now, you're slim
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Take me to your backwoods now
Whoa, take me to your backwoods
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