King creole (Orig. = Capo 3) There's a [D]man in New Orleans who plays Rock and Roll. He's a [D]guitar man with a great big soul. He [D]lays down a beat like a ton of coal. He [D]goes by the name of King Creole. You know he's [G#7]gone, gone, gone, jumpin' like a catfish on a [D]pole, you know he's [A7]gone, gone, gone, [G7]hipshaking King Cre[D]ole.[G7][A7] When the [D]king starts to do it, it's as good as done. He [D]holds his guitar like a tommy gun. He [D]starts to growl from 'way down in his throat. He [D]bends a string and "that's all she wrote". You know he's [G#7]gone, gone, gone, jumpin' like a catfish on a [D]pole, you know he's [A7]gone, gone, gone, [G7]hipshaking King Cre[D]ole.[G7][A7] Well he [D]sings a song about a crawdad hole. He [D]sings a song about a jelly roll. He [D]sings a song about meat and greens. He [D]wails some blues about New Orleans. You know he's [G#7]gone, gone, gone, jumpin' like a catfish on a [D]pole, you know he's [A7]gone, gone, gone, [G7]hipshaking King Cre[D]ole.[G7][A7] Well he [D]plays something evil then, he plays something sweet. No [D]matter what he plays, you got to get up on your feet. When he[D]gets the rockin' fever, baby, heaven sakes, he [D]don't stop playin' 'till the guitar breaks. You know he's [G#7]gone, gone, gone, jumpin' like a catfish on a [D]pole, you know he's [A7]gone, gone, gone, [G7]hipshaking King Cre[D]ole.[G7][D]
