Billy was born in a one room shack On the Tennessee line by the railroad track Caught a bad fever and he went blind And his daddy ran off about the same time His mama didn't know what to do with the boy So she gave him daddy's old guitar as a toy Billy used to sit on the front porch swing Pulling off licks and bending those strings Playing to the rhythm of the south band train Notes flying off his fingers like a hurricane Couldn't see nothing, never said a word But he could sure imitate anything he heard He could rock, he could roll (Rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy) Cry blues with soul (Rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy) Never went to school one single day But oh that boy could play He could rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy One day a man came to Billy's town To hear that boy and his guitar sound He said, "Son, you should be a star" Now Billy's riding around in a big long car Making more money than he'll ever spend 'Cause he still has what he had back then He could rock, he could roll (Rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy) Cry blues, with soul (Rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy) Never went to school one single day But, oh, that boy could play He could rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy He could rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy © MUSIC OF STAGE THREE; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com