Bobby Bare - The All American Boy | Текст песни

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• Bobby Bare
• The All American Boy

Gather around, cats, and I'll tell you a story,
About how to become an All American Boy,
Buy you a guittar, and put it in tune,
You'll be rocking and rolling soon.

Impressing the girls,
Picking hot licks,
And all that jazz.

I bought me a guittar a year ago,
Learned how to play in a day or so,
And all around town it was well understood
That I was knocking them out, like Johnny B. Goode.

Hot licks,
Showing off,
Ah, number one.

Well, I'd practice all day, and up into the night,
My papa's hair was turning white,
Beause he didn't like rock'n'roll,
He said "You can stay, boy, but that's gotta go."
He's a square, he just didn't dig me at all!

So I took my guitar, picks and all,
I bid farewell, to my poor ole pa,
Split for Memphis, where they say you all,
And them swinging cats are having a ball.

Sessions,
Hot licks and all,
They dig me.

I was rocking and bopping, and I’m getting the breaks,
The girls all said that I had what it takes,
When up stepped a man with a big cigar,
He said “Come here, cat, I’m going to make you a star."

I'll put you on Bandstand,
Buy you a Cadillac,
Sign here, kid.

I signed my name, and became a star,
Having a ball, with my guitar,
Driving a big long Cadillac, and fighting the girls, off my back.

They just kept on coming,
Screaming,
Yeah-they like it!

So I'd pick my guitar, with a great big grin,
And the money just kept on pouring in,
But then one day, my Uncle Sam,
He said, (knock - knock) "Here I am”.

Uncle Sam needs you, boy,
I'm um, going to cut your hair,
Take this rifle, kid,
Give me that guitar, yeah.