Get a load of that guy With the dew rag on And the cowboy tie Man that cat is gone
Form memphis to nashville Then way out west Put that hollywood party To the acid test
Got a little bungalow In the valley somewhere Took a gig playing bass With sonny and cher He took it on his chin And never got it off his chest He wouldn't be caught dead wearing that vest
Not rock back billy Rock back billy
He came to make a stew With that swamp guitar He kept it lonesome and blue Yeah, in the trunk of his car
But no one gave him a long shot Though he never did doubt What it was not Or what it was all about
He got all tangled up with liquor and drugs Trying to make a racket Like those english mugs
Till he couldn't get arrested And he couldn't see straight He couldn't even shine shoes In that golden state
Not rock back billy Come on rock back billy
When you see him on the street Well, he's no spring chicken But ask him how he makes ends meet He'll tell you, I'm still pickin'
Aw, rock it, billy, rock it
Yeah they counted him down When they dropped that beat But that red hot sound They could not defeat
It started coming back from boston From east l.a. Down in austin, texas And up new york way
And as long as there's a kid In a room somewhere With a beat up guitar And some funny looking hair Well, it might be billy's kid You don't know And all I've got to say is Go, cat, go
Come on rock back billy Come on rock back billy Rock back billy
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