When he was a child, just a baby boy He wanted to play rock music and sing some songs of joy When he started school, he just could pat his feet The first song he ever learned had a strong boogie beat
Come on now Rock it, rock it, rock it along Roll it, roll it, roll it on Git it, git it, git it on Got it, got it, got it and gone
Then one day it happened, they hauled him off to war Way over there in no man's land, just him and his guitar Nobody near to love him, nobody ever sent him news What could a poor boy do at night, but to sit down and sing them blues
Early one morning they called him, oh, what a beautiful day They packed him in an old army plane and flew him back home to stay He landed in Clark Air base, but didn't have no place to go So he sit down with his guitar in the middle of the street and gave everybody a free show.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
