Hail, Hail
Without him, there would not have been
The rock and roll we know.
His influence reached far and wide
And still, it seems to grow.
His list of hits could blow your mind;
His duck walk and his hair
Made him such a rare performer
No one else can quite compare.
He had his issues (don’t we all?)
But hearing of his death,
It made me think we owe him
For this genre’s primal breath.
So hail to you, Chuck Berry,
For the stories that you told
With such perfect presentation
That for sure old Ludwig rolled!
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