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The Complete Syl Johnson on Hi Records (Syl Johnson) · Back for a Taste: The Syl Johnson Story (1971-78) (Syl Johnson) · The Best of Syl Johnson: The Hi Records Years (Syl Johnson) · Syl (Strapping Young Lad) · Marvelous Marv Johnson/More Marv Johnson (Marv Johnson) · Come Home Brother Johnson (The Scott Oakley Trio) · Old Sock (Eric Clapton) · 60's Sock Hop (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sock Hop [King] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rock-A-Sock-Hop (Jimmy Crain) – and 90 other albums »


the peace
Met a fine chick that really got to me
Good Lord how she boogalooed to me
Oh my how she boogalooed it to me
Come on sock it sock it to me
[Chorus]
All my memories from those days come gather round me
What I'd give if they could take me back in time
It almost seems like yesterday
Where do
the public hear
Better yet, let's have an in store performance
Make it oranges to oranges, me dwarfing your endurance
After that we'll shoot the shit with
my face
A fool could get his head split
A lot of doubters
Said it couldn't be done by me
them same suckers
Are now lookin' from under me
Wonder'n what
reach in and grab one. 
"Come here...come here".
He'd grab her by the hair. 
You can't do that today, fellas, 'cause it might come off. 
You'd have
By Mark Johnson

Beyond this world came a power
Struck into me I don't know how
It happened slow I want you to know
Her love is true music and it
disturbin' the peace
Met a fine chick that really got to me
Good Lord, how she boogalooed to me

Oh my, how she boogalooed it to me
Come on sock it, sock
didn't like me much
In my shackled up GTO
I'd sneak out in the middle of the night
Throw rocks at her bedroom window

We'd turn out the headlights
Drive by
reach in and grab one. 
"Come here...come here".
He'd grab her by the hair. 
You can't do that today, fellas, 'cause it might come off. 
You'd have
the moment of truth finally comes
She gives me a look
And then comes undone
She says, "it looks like we're lucky
Someone's smilng down"
She grabs her coat
on?
I tried to break it up I said, stop it, leave her
She said, "If I can't have you she can't either"
She grabbed me closely by my socks
So I broke
Johnson you're wearin' your dresses way too high
And it's reported you've been drinkin' and a runnin' round with men and goin' wild
And we don't believe
The warden said he'd mail my letter
The chaplain's waitin' by the door
Tonight we'll cross the yard together
Then they can't hurt me anymore.

I
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
Records #45-1900
Album: Mardi Gras in New Orleans (1987)
MG 1001
Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com



Me got fire, can't put it out
Heap fire water gonna make
window.
We'd turn out the headlights,
Drive by the moonlight.
Talk about what the future might hold,
Down that red dirt road.

It's where I drank my
a small town
Everybody's comin' from miles around
When the sun comes up we'll be gettin' down
It's a big time in a small town

Walkin' down
Some wood.
And they filled me in on the local news, ain't none of it sounded good,
Said, they'd been some cattle stealin', by some no count outlaw
Records #45-1900
Album: Mardi Gras in New Orleans (1987)
MG 1001
Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com



Me got fire, can't put it out
Heap fire water gonna make
socks.
Cold feet, I'm gon' stop.
Get up off of those sheets.
Unless you doin' my laundry.
I am the white Tyrese.
Sweet lady come talk to me.
But
Weighted down by possessions
Weighted down by the gun
Waited down by the river for you to come

And who socks were you darning, poor darling
on?
I tried to break it up I said, stop it, leave her
She said, "If I can't have you she can't either"
She grabbed me closely by my socks
So I broke
[Chorus]
All my memories from those days come gather round me
What I'd give if they could take me back in time
It almost seems like yesterday
Where do
So come and lie here by my side
'cause your love it hurts so good
Every time, every time

Maybe I'm a fool for loving you
Maybe I'm a fool
Maybe I'm
Johnson's Mill
I saw Becky Morgan, skinny dippin' nude.

Well I couldn't help but stop and stare
Hypnotized I stood right there 
Enchanted by the beauty