No Particular Place To Go
by 
Chuck Berry 
recording of 1982 
from 
Bad To The Bone (EMI E2-46083) 
& 
Let's Work Together Live (EMI 31948 or EMI 3718) 
Riding along in my automobile, 
my baby beside me at the wheel 
I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile, 
my curiosity running wild 
Crusin' and playin' the radio, 
with no particular place to go 
Riding along in my automobile, 
I's anxious to tell her the way I feel 
So I told her softly and sincere, 
and she leaned and whispered in my ear 
Cuddlin' more and drivin' slow, 
with no particular place to go 
No particular place to go, 
so we parked way out on ko-ko-mo 
The night was young and the moon was gold, 
so we both decided to take a stroll 
Can you image the way I felt, 
I couldn't unfasten her safety belt 
Riding along in my calaboose, 
still trying to get her belt a-loose 
All the way home I held a grudge, 
for the safety belt that wouldn't budge 
Crusin' and playing the radio, 
with no particular place to go 
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Note: ok, ok, it's not really blues, no blues at all. But because George has been stung by the Chuckberry-bee way back and since you're in these here George Thorogood pages, I take it you won't give damn and so I decided to post these here classic no-blues-at-all rock lyrics anyway