rock back billy |
|
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 |