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On Rock Street
It was the smoggy late Fifties and I was a kid
On black and white TV home-made jive lacked soul
Then a second-hand gramophone turned up
Forty fives from the States brought rock and roll
Rock Street was cobbled and motors were few
Novel chords beat the hell out of the fog
Sung by Elvis,Little Richard, Brenda Lee
Rhythm and blues licked alive by a Hound Dog
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Tuesday 21st April 2020 11:45 am
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