Biografia:
Carl Lee Perkins (19 de abril de 1932 - 19 de janeiro de 1998) foi um pioneiro cantor americano de rockabilly, uma mistura de rhythm and blues e country music que desenvolveu-se na Sun Records em Memphis, Tennessee no começo dos anos 50.
Nascido em Tiptonville, Tennessee, filho de um pobre fazendeiro arrendatário, Perkins cresceu cercado pela sulista música gospel cantada pelos negros que trabalhavam nos campos de algodão. Aos 7 anos de idade ele já tocava guitarra, feita por seu pai com uma caixa, um galho e uma corda de embrulho.
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Outras músicas:
- All Mamas Children
- Blue Suede Shoes
- Boppin The Blues
- Daddy Sang Bass
- Distance Makes No Difference With Love
- Dixie Fried
- Dont Let Go
- Drink Up And Go Home
- Everybodys Trying To Be My Baby
- Forever Yours
- Glad All Over
- Gone Gone Gone
- Honey Dont
- Honky Tonk Gal
- Im Sorry Im Not Sorry
- Jive After Five
- Lend Me Your Comb
- Let That Jukebox Keep On Playing
- Matchbox
- Movie Magg
- Pink Pedal
- Right String But Wrong Yoyo
- Say When
- Tennessee
- Til I Couldnt Stand No More
- Till I Couldnt Stand No More
- Turn Around
- What Am I Living For
- You Cant Make Love To Somebody
- You Tore My Heaven All To Hell
- Your True Love
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Dixie Fried:Carl Perkins.
Sun Records -1956.
#1.
A
Well, on the outskirts of town, there's a little night spot.
Dan dropped in about five o'clock.
Pulled off his coat, said, The night is short.
He reached in his pocket and he flashed a quart.
CHORUS:
D
He hollered, Rave on, children, I'm with you!
A
Rave on, cats, he cried.
D
It's almost dawn, the cops are gone.
E A
Let's all get Dixie fried.
#2.
A
Well, Dan got happy and he started raving.
He pulled out a razor, but he wasn't shaving.
And all the cats knew to jump and hop,
Cause he was born and raised in a butcher shop.
CHORUS:
D
He hollered, Rave on, children, I'm with you!
A
Rave on, cats, he cried.
D
It's almost dawn, the cops are gone.
E A
Let's all get Dixie fried.
#3.
A
Well, the cops heard Dan when he started to shout.
They all ran in to see what it was about.
And I heard him holler as they led him away.
He turned his head, and this is what he had to say.
CHORUS:
D
He hollered, Rave on, children, I'm with you!
A
Rave on, cats, he cried.
D
It's almost dawn, the cops are gone.
E A
Let's all get Dixie fried.
#4.
A
Now, Dan was the bravest man that we ever saw.
He let us all know he wasn't scared of the law.
Thru the black cross-bars he tossed a note..
He said, It ain't my fault, hon, that I'm in here.
CHORUS:
D
He hollered, Rave on, children, I'm with you!
A
Rave on, cats, he cried.
D
It's almost dawn, and the cops ain't gone.
E A
And I been Dixie fried.
A fifties smash from Kraziekhat.
Sun Records -1956.
#1.
A
Well, on the outskirts of town, there's a little night spot.
Dan dropped in about five o'clock.
Pulled off his coat, said, The night is short.
He reached in his pocket and he flashed a quart.
CHORUS:
D
He hollered, Rave on, children, I'm with you!
A
Rave on, cats, he cried.
D
It's almost dawn, the cops are gone.
E A
Let's all get Dixie fried.
#2.
A
Well, Dan got happy and he started raving.
He pulled out a razor, but he wasn't shaving.
And all the cats knew to jump and hop,
Cause he was born and raised in a butcher shop.
CHORUS:
D
He hollered, Rave on, children, I'm with you!
A
Rave on, cats, he cried.
D
It's almost dawn, the cops are gone.
E A
Let's all get Dixie fried.
#3.
A
Well, the cops heard Dan when he started to shout.
They all ran in to see what it was about.
And I heard him holler as they led him away.
He turned his head, and this is what he had to say.
CHORUS:
D
He hollered, Rave on, children, I'm with you!
A
Rave on, cats, he cried.
D
It's almost dawn, the cops are gone.
E A
Let's all get Dixie fried.
#4.
A
Now, Dan was the bravest man that we ever saw.
He let us all know he wasn't scared of the law.
Thru the black cross-bars he tossed a note..
He said, It ain't my fault, hon, that I'm in here.
CHORUS:
D
He hollered, Rave on, children, I'm with you!
A
Rave on, cats, he cried.
D
It's almost dawn, and the cops ain't gone.
E A
And I been Dixie fried.
A fifties smash from Kraziekhat.
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