Brian Setzer with Johnny Hallyday

JOHNNY HALLYDAY - BornRockerTour

Release date: 14 April 2014
Artist: Johnny Hallyday
Album: Born Rocker Tour: Concert Au Theatre De Paris
Songs: Nashville Blues
Blue Suede Shoes *
Be Bop A Lula *
Lawdy Miss Clawdy *
Twenty Flight Rock (37eme Etage) *
High Heel Sneakers *
That’s All Right
Dead Or Alive
BRIAN SETZER: guitar, lead vocals *, backing vocals

Recorded live on 15 June 2013 – Theatre de Paris, Paris, France
Also available on the DVD “Born Rocker Tour”

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NASHVILLE BLUES
(written by: Boudelaux Bryant, Felice Bryant)

Je veux t’emmener a Nashville
La ou je ne suis pas ne
Te montrer les rues de la ville
La ou je n’ai jamais joue

Les copains d’enfance
La graine de violence
Mon rave tout bleu
Comme un blues

Je veux t’emmener a Nashville
La ou je ne suis pas ne
Rechercher la premiere fille
Qui ne m’a jamais aime

La premiere voiture
Les jeans petit durs
Mon reve tout bleu
Comme un blues

Je veux t’emmener a Nashville
La ou je ne suis pas ne
Te montrer la bague qui brille
Du college d’ou je n’ai pas ete vire

La premiere guitare
L’audition d’un soir
Mon reve tout bleu
Comme un blues

 

BLUE SUEDE SHOES
(written by: Carl Perkins)

Well, it’s one for the money
Two for the show
Three to get ready
Now go cat go
But don’t you
Step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything
But lay off of my blue suede shoes

You can knock me down
Step on my face
Slander my name all over the place
Do anything that you wanna do
But uh, uh, honey lay off of my shoes
But don’t you
Step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything
But lay off of my blue suede shoes

You can burn my house
Steal my car
Drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
Do anything that you wanna do
But uh uh honey lay off of my shoes
But don’t you
Step on my blue suede shoes
Well, you can do anything
But lay off of my blue suede shoes

Well, it’s one for the money
Two for the show
Three to get ready
Now go cat go
But don’t you
Step on my blue suede shoes
You can do anything
But lay off of my blue suede shoes

Well, it’s blue, blue, blue suede shoes
Blue, blue, blue suede shoes, baby
Well, blue, blue, blue suede shoes
Blue, blue, blue suede shoes
You can do anything
But lay off of my blue suede shoes

 

BE BOP A LULA
(written by: Tex Davis, Gene Vincent)

Well, Be Bop A Lula, she’s my baby
Be Bop A Lula, I don’t mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula, she’s my baby
Be Bop A Lula, I don’t mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula, she’s my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll

Well, she’s the gal in the red blue jeans
She’s the queen of all the teens
She’s the woman that I know
She’s the woman that loves me so

Be Bop A Lula, she’s my baby
Be Bop A Lula, I don’t mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula, she’s my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll

Well, he’s the woman that’s got that beat
She’s the woman with the flyin’ feet
She’s the woman that walks around the store
She’s the woman that yells more, more, more, more

Be Bop A Lula, she’s my baby
Be Bop A Lula, I don’t mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula, she’s my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll

Well, Be Bop A Lula, she’s my baby
Be Bop A Lula, I don’t mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula, she’s my baby
Be Bop A Lula, I don’t mean maybe
Be Bop A Lula, she’s my baby doll, my baby doll, my baby doll

 

LAWDY, MISS CLAWDY
(written by: Lloyd Price)

Well, lawdy, lawdy, lawdy Miss Clawdy
Girl, you sure look good to me
Please don’t excite me, baby
I know it can’t be me

I wanna give you all my money
Girl but you just won’t treat me right
You like to ball in the morning
Don’t come late at night

Oh, I’m gonna tell, tell my mama
Lord, I swear, girl, what you been to me
I’m gonna tell everybody that I’m down in misery

Well, bye, bye, bye, baby
Girl, I won’t be comin’ home
Goodbye now little darlin’ down the road I’ll go

Well, bye, bye, bye, baby
Girl, I won’t be comin’ no more
Goodbye now little darlin’ down the road I’ll go
Down the road I’ll go
Down the road I’ll go

 

37EME ETAGE / TWENTY FLIGHT ROCK
(written by: Ned Fairchild, Edward Cochran)

J’ai une fille aussi belle que gentille
Elle reste chez elle, elle est timide
J’aimerais danser le samedi soir
Et l’embrasser, oui, quand il fait noir
Mais elle habite au trente-septieme etage
Et l’ascenseur est en rodage

Et je monte un, deux, trois, quatre etages
Cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf etages
Dix, onze, douze, je suis essouffle
Encore un autre et je vais crever
Faisons l’amour plutot un autre jour

Well, she calls me up on the telephone
Come on over honey, I’m all alone
I said baby, “you’re mighty sweet
But I’m in bed with achin’ feet”
This went on for a couple of days
But I couldn’ t stay away

So I walk one, two flight, three flight, four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more
Up on the twelfth floor startin’ to drag
Fifteenth floor I’m a-ready to sag
Get to the top, I’m too tired to rock

Je viens d’ecrire aux reclamations
Il faut trouver une solution
En attendant je prends les escaliers
Je l’aime et je veux en profiter
Peut etre un jour on trouvera mon corps
Etendu dans le corridor

Et je monte un, deux, trois, quatre etages
Cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf etages
Dix, onze, douze, je suis essouffle
Encore un autre et je vais crever
Faisons l’amour plutot un autre jour

Well, they sent it to Chicago for repairs
Til it’s fixed I’m usin’ the stairs
I hope they hurry before it’s too late
I want my baby too much to wait
All this a-climbin’ is getting’ me down
They’ll find my corpse draped over a rail

So I walk one, two flight, three flight, four
Five, six, seven flight, eight flight more
Up on the twelfth floor startin’ to drag
Fifteenth floor I’m a-ready to sag
Get to the top, I’m too tired to rock

 

HIGH HEEL SNEAKERS
(written by: Robert Higginbothom)

Put on your red dress, baby
‘Cause we’re goin’ out tonight
Put on your red dress, baby
Darling, we’re goin’ out tonight
Bring along some boxin’ gloves
In case some fool might wanna fight

Put on your high-heel sneakers
Wear your wig-hat on your head
Put on your high-heel sneakers
Wear your wig-hat on your head
‘Cause you know pretty baby
Oh man, you’re gonna knock ‘em dead

Put on your red dress, baby
‘Cause we’re goin’ out tonight
Put on your red dress, baby
‘Cause we’re goin’ out tonight
Bring along some boxin’ gloves
In case some fool might wanna fight

Put on your high-heel sneakers
‘Cause we’re goin’ out tonight
Put on your high-heel sneakers
Wear your wig-hat on your head
‘Cause you know pretty mama
Pretty soon now you’re gonna be dead
Pretty sure now baby
‘Cause you know you’re gonna knock ‘em dead

 

THAT’S ALL RIGHT
(written by: Arthur Cudrup)

Well, that’s all right, mama
That’s all right for you
That’s all right mama, just anyway you do
Well, that’s all right, that’s all right
That’s all right now mama, anyway that you do

Well, nama she done told me
Papa done told me too
Son, that girl your foolin’ with
She ain’t no good for you
Well, that’s all right,yeah,  that’s all right
That’s all right my mama, anyway that you do

Well, I’m leaving town tomorrow
I’m leaving town for sure
Well, then you won’t be bothered
With me hangin’ round my door
But that’s all right, that’s all right
That’s all right now mama, anyway that you do

Well, I’m leaving town baby
I’m leaving town for sure
Well, then you won’t be bothered
With me hangin’ round my door
But that’s all right, that’s all right
That’s all right now mama, anyway that you do

Dee dee dee
Dee dee dee
Dee dee dee
I need your loving
But that’s all right, that’s all right
That’s all right now mama, anyway that you do
That’s all right now mama, anyway that you do

 

DEAD OR ALIVE
(written by: Lonnie Donegan, Woodie Guthrie)

Well, the new sheriff sent me a letter
Well, the new sheriff sent me a letter
He said, “come up and see me dead or alive
Come up and see me dead or alive”

‘Cause it’s a hard road dead or alive
Well, it’s a hard road dead or alive
Well it’s a hard road dead or alive
Well, it’s a hard road dead or alive

Well, I really don’t like your hard rock hotel
Well, I really don’t like your hard rock hotel
Dead or alive, no sheriff
Dead or alive, no sheriff

‘Cause it’s a hard road dead or alive
Well, it’s a hard road dead or alive
Well it’s a hard road dead or alive
Well, it’s a hard road dead or alive

Well, he even sent me my picture
He even sent me my picture
How do I look boy – dead or alive
How do I look boy – dead or alive

‘Cause it’s a hard road dead or alive
Well, it’s a hard road dead or alive
Well it’s a hard road dead or alive
Well, it’s a hard road dead or alive

Well, it’s a hard road dead or alive
Well, it’s a hard road dead or alive
Well, it’s a hard road dead or alive
Well, it’s a hard road dead or alive

Dead or alive
Dead or alive
Dead or alive