Biografia:
The quartet consisted of lead singer Rosetta Hightower, Shirley Brickley, Marlena Davis, and Stephen Caldwell.
Before they became the Orlons, they were an all-girl quintet called Audrey and the Teenettes. They formed in the late 1950s in junior high school and consisted of Hightower, Davis, and three Brickley sisters: Shirley, Jean, and Audrey. However, after the Brickleys' mother did not permit 13-year-old Audrey to sing in certain clubs with the group, she and Jean quit, making the group a trio.
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Not Me:The Orlons.
#12 in 1963.
INTRO:
C#
Ya-da-da-da-da-dat-dat-dat-dat-dat..
C#
ya-da-da-da-da-dat-dat-dat-dat-dat..
#1.
C#
Well, he's down in California where the orange trees grow.
(Oh, California.)
And there's a pretty little girl here he used to know
(Oh, California.)
F#
Well, he called her up today about a quarter to one..
(Oh, California.)
C#
She said, come on over daddy, let's have some fun.
(Oh, California.)
G#7 F#
I said, I heard about your husband is he back from the gym?
G#7 F#
She said, come on over daddy, don't you worry 'bout him.
C#
Not me..(I like livin'.)
#2.
C#
Well, it's down in Alabama where they say you-all.
(Oh, Alabama.)
Where they dance all around until they havin' a ball.
(Oh, Alabama.)
F#
Oh, he saw 'em start millin', they were gatherin' around..
(Oh, Alabama.)
C#
They looked at me, and called him Cathy's Clown.
(Oh, Alabama.)
G#7 F#
he said, hillbilly, but, you didn't call me right.
G#7 F#
They said, what you tryin to do, boy, start a little fight?
C#
Not me..(I ain't no boxer.)
(INTERLUDE:) C# F# C# G#7 F# G#7 F# C#
#3.
C#
Well, he's back in Virginia, back in his home town..
(Oh, Virginia.)
where he got a reputation for miles around.
(Oh, Virginia.)
F#
Yeah, and never no more will he ever roam.
(Oh, Virginia.)
C#
You know he's stickin' right here to his happy home.
(Oh, Virginia.)
G#7 F#
Well, a fella walked up to him, he said, let's take a trip.
G#7 F
he say, you better shut-up before I bust you in your lip.
C#
Not me..
OUTRO:
C#
I ain't about to go nowhere.
You know, you can get hurt out there on that road!
I'm tellin' you..
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.
#12 in 1963.
INTRO:
C#
Ya-da-da-da-da-dat-dat-dat-dat-dat..
C#
ya-da-da-da-da-dat-dat-dat-dat-dat..
#1.
C#
Well, he's down in California where the orange trees grow.
(Oh, California.)
And there's a pretty little girl here he used to know
(Oh, California.)
F#
Well, he called her up today about a quarter to one..
(Oh, California.)
C#
She said, come on over daddy, let's have some fun.
(Oh, California.)
G#7 F#
I said, I heard about your husband is he back from the gym?
G#7 F#
She said, come on over daddy, don't you worry 'bout him.
C#
Not me..(I like livin'.)
#2.
C#
Well, it's down in Alabama where they say you-all.
(Oh, Alabama.)
Where they dance all around until they havin' a ball.
(Oh, Alabama.)
F#
Oh, he saw 'em start millin', they were gatherin' around..
(Oh, Alabama.)
C#
They looked at me, and called him Cathy's Clown.
(Oh, Alabama.)
G#7 F#
he said, hillbilly, but, you didn't call me right.
G#7 F#
They said, what you tryin to do, boy, start a little fight?
C#
Not me..(I ain't no boxer.)
(INTERLUDE:) C# F# C# G#7 F# G#7 F# C#
#3.
C#
Well, he's back in Virginia, back in his home town..
(Oh, Virginia.)
where he got a reputation for miles around.
(Oh, Virginia.)
F#
Yeah, and never no more will he ever roam.
(Oh, Virginia.)
C#
You know he's stickin' right here to his happy home.
(Oh, Virginia.)
G#7 F#
Well, a fella walked up to him, he said, let's take a trip.
G#7 F
he say, you better shut-up before I bust you in your lip.
C#
Not me..
OUTRO:
C#
I ain't about to go nowhere.
You know, you can get hurt out there on that road!
I'm tellin' you..
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.
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