Song | South Of The Border |
Artist | Chuck Berry |
Album | Have Mercy: His Complete Chess Recordings (1969-1974) |
I know a freaky young lady | |
Name of Cocaine Katie | |
She makes my temperature freeze | |
She′s got a blood red powder | |
When she gives a shout | |
She′ll bring you to your knees | |
Well, we were being clever playing God games forever | |
She said she only meant to please | |
But I′m someone′s brother, got a father and a mother | |
You know I′m going to have to leave | |
South of the border | |
I think you oughta | |
South of the border | |
I think you oughta | |
′cos you know you′re gonna have to leave | |
To a place where you can breahte | |
And you know there′s no reprieve | |
There′ll be tears on leaving | |
But there won′t be no grieving | |
′cos a city soon forgets | |
To me it′s magic | |
To the landlord it′s tragic | |
He′s got another room let | |
There′ll be the same old faces in the same old places | |
Where my youth was well misspent | |
But I tow the line and move the time | |
To a town called ′No Regrets′ | |
South of the border | |
I think you oughta | |
South of the border | |
I think you oughta | |
′cos you know you′re gonna have to leave | |
To a place where you can breathe | |
And you know there′s no reprieve | |
′cos you know you′re gonna have to leave | |
To a place where you can breathe | |
And you know there′s no reprieve |
I know a freaky young lady | |
Name of Cocaine Katie | |
She makes my temperature freeze | |
She s got a blood red powder | |
When she gives a shout | |
She ll bring you to your knees | |
Well, we were being clever playing God games forever | |
She said she only meant to please | |
But I m someone s brother, got a father and a mother | |
You know I m going to have to leave | |
South of the border | |
I think you oughta | |
South of the border | |
I think you oughta | |
cos you know you re gonna have to leave | |
To a place where you can breahte | |
And you know there s no reprieve | |
There ll be tears on leaving | |
But there won t be no grieving | |
cos a city soon forgets | |
To me it s magic | |
To the landlord it s tragic | |
He s got another room let | |
There ll be the same old faces in the same old places | |
Where my youth was well misspent | |
But I tow the line and move the time | |
To a town called No Regrets | |
South of the border | |
I think you oughta | |
South of the border | |
I think you oughta | |
cos you know you re gonna have to leave | |
To a place where you can breathe | |
And you know there s no reprieve | |
cos you know you re gonna have to leave | |
To a place where you can breathe | |
And you know there s no reprieve |