CHOBA B CCCP


Lançamento: 1988
Selo: Capitol
Número de Catálogos: CDP 7 97615 2
Produtor: Paul McCartney
Engenheiro:(s)Peter Henderson
Músicas
  1. Kansas City (Leiber/Stoller) (4:01)
  2. Twenty Flight Rock(Fairchild/Cochran) (3:02)
  3. Lawdy Miss Clawdy (Price) (3:14)
  4. I'm In Love Again (Bartholomew/ Domino) (2:56)
  5. Bring It On Home To Me (Cooke) (3:11)
  6. Lucille (Collins/Penniman) (3:11)
  7. Don't Get Around Much Anymore $ (Ellington/Russell) (2:49)
  8. I'm Gonna Be A Wheel Someday (Bartholomew/ Hayes/Domino) (4:12)
  9. That's All Right Mama (Crudup) (3:45)
  10. Summertime (Gershwin) (4:55)
  11. Ain't That A Shame $ (Bartholomew/ Domino) (3:42)
  12. Cracking Up $ (McDaniel) (3:53)
  13. Just Because (B. Shelton/J. Shelton/Robin) (3:33)
  14. Midnight Special (Trad. Arr. McCartney) (3:56)
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Músicos:
Paul McCartney - Vocal, Baixo
Mick Green - Guitarra
Chris Whitten - Bateria
Mick Gallagher - Piano
Exceto $
Paul McCartney - Vocal, Baixo, Guitarra
Nick Garvey - Baixo, Vocais
Henry Spinetti - Baterias
Mick Gallagher - Teclados

Ain't That A Shame por Antoine Domino & Dave Bartholomew

You made me cry when you said goodbye.
Ain't that a shame,
Oh my tears fell like rain.
Ain't that a shame,
You're the one to blame.

You broke my heart when you said we'd part.
Ain't that a shame,
Oh my tears fell like rain.
Ain't that a shame,
You're the one to blame.

You're the one to blame.

You made me cry when you said goodbye.
Ain't that a shame,
Oh my tears fell like rain.
Ain't that a shame,
You're the one to blame.

Oh well good goodbye although I'm gonna cry.
Ain't that a shame,
Oh my tears fell like rain.
Ain't that a shame,
You're the one to blame.

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Crackin' Up by E. McDaniel

You're always karkin' 'bout the money I spent,
You never quit screamin' 'bout payin' the rent.

Quit buggin' me, yeah, yeah.
He's crackin' up, yeah, yeah.
He's crackin' up, yeah, yeah.
He's crackin' up, I'm crackin' up, baby.

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Twenty Flight Rock by Ned Fairchild & Eddie Cochran

Well I got a girl with a record machine,
When it comes to rocking she's a queen.
I took her to a dance on a saturday night,
All alone where I can hold her tight.
She lives on the twentieth floor uptown.
The elevator's broken down.

And I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five six seven flight, eight flight more.
Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag,
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to drag.
I get to the top and I'm too tired to rock.

You know she called me up on the telephone,
Said come on ever baby 'cause I'm all alone.
I said baby you're mighty sweet,
But I'm in bed with aching feet.
This went on for a couple of days,
But I couldn't stay away.

And I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five six seven flight, eight flight more.
Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag,
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to drag.
I get to the top and I'm too tired to rock.

Well I sent to Chicago for repairs,
Till it's fixed I'm using the stairs.
I hope they hurry, before it's too late,
I want my baby too much to wait.
All this climbing is getting me down,
They'll find me hanging over the rail.

And I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five six seven flight, eight flight more.
Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag,
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to drag.
I get to the top and I'm too tired to rock.

And I walk one, two flight, three flight four,
Five six seven flight, eight flight more.
Up on the twelfth I'm starting to sag,
Fifteenth floor I'm ready to drag,
I get to the top and I'm too tired to rock.

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Bring It On Home To Me Sam Cooke

If you ever change your mind
About leavin', leavin' me behind
Oh, oh, bring it to me
Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You know I laughed (ha ha) when you left
But now I know I've only hurt myself
Oh, oh, bring it to me
Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'll give you jewelry, money too
And that's not all, all I'll do for you
Oh, oh, bring it to me
Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah, yeah

You know I'll always be your slave
Till I'm dead and buried in my grave
Oh, oh, bring it to me
Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it on home to me, yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah

If you ever change your mind
About leavin', leavin' me behind
Oh, oh, bring it to me
Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it on home to me, yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

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Don't Get Around Much Anymore by Duke Ellington/Bob Russell

Missed the Saturday dance
Heard they crowded the floor
Couldn't bear it without you
Don't Get Around Much Anymore.

Thought I'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
They'd have asked me about you
Don't Get Around Much Anymore.

Oh, darling I guess
My mind's more at ease
But nevertheless
Why bring my memo, why bring my memo,
Why bring my memories.

Been invited on dates
Might have gone but what for
It's awfully different without you
Don't Get Around Much Anymore.

Thought I'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
They'd have asked me about you
Don't Get Around Much Anymore.

Oh, darling I guess
My mind's more at ease
But nevertheless
Why bring my memo, why bring my memo,
Why bring my memories.

Oooooh.

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