Nadine
Chuck Berry Lyrics


As I got on a city bus and found a vacant seat,
I thought I saw my future bride walking up the street,
I shouted to the driver hey conductor, you must slow down
I think I see her please let me off this bus

Nadine, honey is that you?
Oh, Nadine
Honey, is that you?
Seems like every time I see you
Darling you got something else to do

I saw her from the corner when she turned and doubled back
And started walkin' toward a coffee colored Cadillac
I was pushin' through the crowd to get to where she's at
And I was campaign shouting like a southern diplomat

Nadine, honey is that you?
Oh, Nadine
Honey, where are you?
Seems like every time I catch up with you
You are up to something new

Downtown searching for 'er, looking all around
Saw her getting in a yellow cab heading up town
I caught a loaded taxi, paid up everybody's tab
Flipped a twenty dollar bill, told him 'catch that yellow cab

Nadine, honey is that you?
Oh, Nadine
Honey, is that you?
Seems like every time I catch up with you
You are up to something new

She move around like a wave of summer breeze,
Go, driver, go go, catch 'er for me please
Moving through the traffic like a mounted cavalier
Leaning out the taxi window trying to make her hear

Nadine, honey is that you?
Oh, Nadine
Honey, is that you?
Seems like every time I see you
Darling are up to something new

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Written by: Chuck Berry

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

Brad rawsner

@Thomas Foss
Then if you're 65, how is it that you remained so stupid?
As you get older, you're supposed to gain knowledge and wisdom. You've gained neither.
I've studied this topic longer than you've been alive.
Elvis's soul depth and diversity destroys chuck.
And I love chuck.
But elvis is on a whole different level of diversity and soul.
But, at the end of the day?
Who really gives a shit about a debate on the internet?



Brad rawsner

You are 100% correct.
These idiots who call chuck the king.
Or big mama the king.
Or little richard the king.
Or any of them.
Elvis Presley was the most diverse and soulful artist in history.
His critically acclaimed studio recordings are second to none.
The sheer diversity and soul of elvis was on an entirely different level.
Anyone who doesn't understand that?
Low low low IQ



All comments from YouTube:

Nadine Bopp

This song came out in my senior year of HS. Everyone I knew quoted the lyrics to me since my name was Nadine, a very obscure name. Thanks Chuck, you immortalized me in your music..

Cracktaculus

¶erfect rock and roll formula #23: Write a hit song, name it after a woman, instant groupies in every state!!

Dancing Trout

perfect story

Nava Asarch

My dear Mama, may she rest in peace, named me NADINE... 🥰

Shaun Collins

Honey is that you?

Tom Y.

R.I.P Chuck! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all of the amazing music. This one ALWAYS gets me in a happy mood. It's so infectious. You shaped rock music as your guitar laid down the cornerstone. You had it all, showmanship, lyrics, and a guitar that lit up the world. Your music will live on and on.

Shaun Collins

very well said !

Mr57Henry

The lyrical content of this song has to be some of the best ever written! "Campaign shout'n like Southern Diplomat..., She moves around like a wayward summer breeze GO driver Go Go on...paid up everybody's tab,  flip a twenty dollar bill told him catch that Yellow Cab, "Movin' thru the traffic like a mounted Cavelier, leanin' out the taxi window tryin' to make her hear", "conductor you must slow down I think I see her please let me off this bus.., saw her walkin' toward.a coffee color Cadillac"  Expressing  his torment with descriptive genius and that Chuck Berry style! Superb....

John Lobdell

You said it all

George Daffin

@David Hamilton "Nadine" > "Subterranean Homesick Blues" - continuous staccato rapid fire lyrics punctuated by one syllable words

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