All American Boy lyrics
Song information
Artist: Bobby Bare
Album: The Best Of Bobby Bare
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...
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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