Lyric All American Boy

(Bill Parsons - Orville Lunsford)

Gather round cats and I ll tell you a story
Bout how to become an all American boy
Buy you a guitar and put it in tune
You ll be a rockin and a rollin soon
Impressin the girls pickin hot licks and all that jazz.

Ah, I bought me a guitar a year ago
Learned how to play in a day or so
And all around town it was well understood
That I was knockin em out like Johnny B. Goode
Hot licks showin off, ah, number one.

Yeah, I practiced all day and up into the night
My papa s hair was turnin white
Cause 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
Bid farewell to my poor ol pa
Split for Memphis where they say y all
Them swingin cats are havin a ball
Sessions hot licks and all, they dig me.

I was rockin and a boppin and I was gettin the breaks
The girls all said that I have what it takes
When up stepped a man with big cigar
He said, Come here cat, I m gonna 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, havin a ball with my guitar
Drivin a big long Cadillac and fightin the girls off of my back
They just kept a comin , a screamin , yeah they liked it.

So I picked my guitar with a great big grin
And the money just kept on pourin in
But then one day my Uncle Sam he said, (bang bang) Here I am.
Uncle Sam needs you boy, I m a gonna cut your hair off.
Ah, take this rifle kid, give me that guitar, yeah...