(Mick Jagger - Keith Richard)
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Baby, the truth is out so don't deny 
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Baby, to think I believed all your lies 
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Darling I can't stand to see your face 
           D               E
It's the truth, you understand, 
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I got to get away, got to get away 
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Gotta, gotta, gotta get away 
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Got to get away 

Baby, I don't want to live here no more 
Baby, though I tore your pictures off my walls 
Darlin' this old room's falling in on me 
You understand the truth now, 
I got to get away, got to get away 
Gotta, gotta, gotta get away 
Got to get away 

Baby, oh, how could you take away your clothes? 
Baby, don't screw up this old heart of gold 
Darling, this will rule my social flare 
You understand me now,
I got to get away, got to get away 
Gotta, gotta, gotta get away 
Got to get away

(Chuck Berry)
      A
Deep down in Louisianna, close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
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There stand a country cabin made of clay and wood
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Where lives a young boy named Johnny B. Goode
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He never ever learned to read or write a book so well
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But he could play his guitar just like a-ringing a bell

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   Go go, go Johnny go go go!
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   Go Johnny go go go!
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   Go Johnny go go go!
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   Go Johnny go go go!
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   Aah Johnny B. Goode!

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sit beneath the trees by the railroad track
Oh sitting and a-playing in the shade
Drumming to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by used to stop and say
My oh my that country boy can play

   Go go, go Johnny go go go!
   Go Johnny go go go!
   Go Johnny go go go!
   Go Johnny go go go!
   Aah Johnny B. Goode!

Well his mama told him someday you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music till the sun goes down
Maybe some day your name will be in light
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight!

   Go go, go Johnny go go go!
   Go Johnny go go go!
   Go Johnny go go go!
   Go Johnny go go go!
   Aah Johnny B. Goode!

(И.Арутюнов)
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Я иду по переулку, здесь глухо и темно,
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Немного пройти и там ее окно.
                          G
Ждет она и я все ближе, но на пути к ней в дом
   D           C         D          A
Остался лишь мрачный двор за тем углом

Там наверное все в сборе, хозяева двора
Уже наступила ночь, вот их пора
Я иду и твердо знаю, что там закон простой -
Не любят они, когда идет чужой

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   Подворотен мастера, я нарушил ваш святой рубеж
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   Вы хозяева двора, ну а я хозяин сам себе

Я свернул, теперь вниманье, и сжаты кулаки
Не сможет никто помочь в местах таких
Знаю я, пройти спокойно они мне не дадут
Но помню, что ждет она и я иду, иду.

   Подворотен мастера, я нарушил ваш святой рубеж
   Вы хозяева двора, ну а я хозяин сам себе

(Jack Bruce - Pete Brown)
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Hey now baby, get into my big black car.
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Hey now baby, get into my big black car.
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I want to just show you what my politics are.

I support the left, well I'm leaning to the right.
I support the left, well I'm leaning to the right.
But I'm just not there when it's coming to a fight.

I'm a political man and I practice what I preach.
I'm a political man and I practice what I preach.
So don't deny me baby, not while you're in my reach.