Charlie went down to Georgia He was looking to make a deal He heard a southern band singing ramblin man Playing guitars of steel
It was Travis, Hank, Merle and Mick Singing about them honky tonk women Walyon and Willie, Coe and Cash Just trying to make a living
It wasn't about fame, it wasn't about money Just outlaws putting some rock in their country
The king made the young girls scream In a pair of blue suede shoes Heard Clapton, Earl and Stevie Ray Just playing them delta blues
Ronnie sang me home sweet home Talkin' 'bout Alabama Outlaws, 38 and Hatch You got me flirting with distaster
Them Van Zant boys they was on to somethin' Just outlaws putting some rock in their country
It was born down in the bayou Raised out in the streets Simple songs I could sing along to That made me stomp my feet
Yeah my hair is long and I may look funny But I still love some rock in my country
Yeah it all sounds good to me I like country in my rock And rock in my country
She rolled on down the highway Yeah, Janis and Bobbie McGee Singing la la la la la la la la la Yeah sure sounded good to me
It ain't about the fame, the glamour or the money She's just a bad girl putting some rock in her country
If the music biz left it up to me I'd keep country in my rock and rock in my countryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
