text: Someone spilled blood many years ago
  Someone spilled blood but do you know
  That from the backwoods where the Chuck Berrys grow
  Come your long tall daddies of rock and roll
  Take me to your backwoods now
  Take me to your backwoods now
  Spinning down from the clouds like a tornado
  Spinnin’ out of control like a psychedelic soul
  With a rhythm hitting harder than Larry Holmes
  Come your long tall daddies of rock and roll, oh no
  Take me to your backwoods now
  Take me to your backwoods now
  Take me to your backwoods now
  Take me to your backwoods now
  Yeah
  Mr. Uplift Mofo, my man Bo Diddley
  Hit sipping a bottle of nickel ripple
  Play the lickity split finger lickin’ licks
  For all you wicked city slick chicks
  And all you nitty gritty hicks
  We’ll make your nipples ripple
  Make you wanna dip your dipple
  Make you wanna soak your hickory stick
  That’s right
  Because my man has a grip on it
  And I do mean on it
  Which brings to mind
  A very sinister minister kind of guy
  A man named Little Richard
  Who was born to make them bitches stir
  That’s right he’ll make the sweet substance drip
  From the middle of your hillbilly lips
  And like the farmer milks his cow
  The Howling Wolf will howl
  And since times does allow
  You all can take me to your backwoods now
  Yo, Slim
  Take me to your backwoods now
  Take me to your backwoods now
  Take me to your backwoods now
  Take me to your backwoods now, wow
  Take me to your backwoods