Honey Don't by Carl Perkins on TIDAL

About the Song

Carl Perkins, a pioneer of the rockabilly genre, released “Honey Don’t” in 1956, a song that would become a cornerstone of his career and a classic of early rock and roll.

With its infectious rhythm, catchy melody, and energetic guitar playing, “Honey Don’t” perfectly captures the spirit of rockabilly. Perkins’s vocals are full of raw emotion and passion, delivering the song’s message with conviction.

The lyrics of “Honey Don’t” are simple yet effective, telling the story of a man pleading with his lover to be honest about her feelings. The song’s repetitive chorus, “Honey don’t, honey don’t, honey don’t,” creates a sense of urgency and desperation.

“Honey Don’t” was a huge success upon its release, reaching number 2 on the Billboard country chart. It has since been covered by countless artists, including Elvis Presley, The Beatles, and Jerry Lee Lewis, cementing its status as a rock and roll standard.

In addition to its commercial success, “Honey Don’t” is also significant for its influence on other musicians. The song’s driving rhythm and catchy melody helped to define the sound of rockabilly and inspired countless artists who followed in Perkins’ footsteps.

In conclusion, “Honey Don’t” is a timeless classic that continues to be loved by fans of rock and roll. Its infectious rhythm, catchy melody, and powerful vocals make it a must-listen for anyone who appreciates the early days of rock and roll.Carl Perkins | Discogs

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Lyrics: Honey Don’t 

Well, how can you say you will, when you won’t
You tell me you do, baby, when you don’t?
Let me know, honey, how you feel
Tell the truth how is love realAh-hah, oh honey don’t, well honey don’t
Honey don’t, no honey don’t, hey honey don’t
I say you will when you won’t, ah-hah honey don’tWell, I love you, baby, and you ought to know
I like the way that you wear your clothes
Everything about you is so doggone sweet
You got that sand all over your feetSo ah-hah, hey honey don’t, honey don’t
Well honey don’t, ah-hah honey don’t, honey don’t
I say you will when you won’t, ah-hah honey don’t

Oh honey don’t

Well, sometimes I love you on a Saturday night
Sunday morning you don’t look right
You’ve been out painting the town
Uh baby, been stepping around

So ah-hah, hey honey don’t, well honey don’t
Honey don’t, honey don’t, well honey don’t
I say you will when you won’t, ah-hah honey don’t

Well well, honey don’t, oh honey don’t
Yeah honey don’t, honey don’t
I say you will when you won’t, ah-hah honey don’t

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