All American Boy lyrics
Song information
Artist: Bobby Bare Album: Detroit City
Lyrics
Gather 'round cats and I'll tell you a story 'Bout how to become an all-american boy Just buy you a guitar and put it in tune And you'll be a rockin and a rollin soon Impressin the girls, hittin hot licks, and all that jazz I bought me a guitar about a year ago and i Learned how to play it in a day or so And all around town it was well understood That I was knocking 'em out like johnny b. goode Hot licks, showing off, ah, number one Well I practiced all day and up into the night My papa's hair was a gettin kinda white He didn't dig that,ah, rock and roll He said, "you can stay boy, but that's gotta go." He's a square; just didn't dig me at all So I packed my guitar, picks and all, and I said farewll to my poor old pa I split for memphis where they say 'you all' And them swinging cats are a havin a ball Yeah, they love me down there, guitar picks and all I was rocking and bopping and getting all the breaks And the girls all said that I had what it takes When up steps a man with a big cigar. he said. "come here, kid I'm gonna make you a star." Put you on "bandstand', buy you a cadillac. sign here, kid." So I signed my name and became a star, having a ball with my guitar Driving a big, long cadillac. and fighting the girls off'n my back But they just keep a comin, screaming, they love it So I picked my guitar with a great big grin And the money just kept on rollin in And then one day my uncle sam said (thump, thump, thump) "here I am! Uncle sam needs you, boy. gimme that guitar. take this rifle. yeahhhh - gonna cut your hair off...
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