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All American Boy Lyrics:

Original songwriter: Bill Parsons, Orville Lunsford Now gather around cats and I'll tell ya a story

About how to become an all American boy

Buy ya a guitar and put it in tune

You'll be a'rockin' and a'rollin' soon

Impressin' the girls pickin' hot licks all that jazz

I, 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

I'd practice all day and up into the night

My pappa's hair was turnin' white

'Cos 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 old paw

Split for Memphis where they say y'all

And them swingin' cats are havin' a ball


Hot licks and all

They dig me

I rockin' and a boppin' and I's a-gettin' the breaks

The girls all said that I had what it takes

When up stepped a man with a big cigar

He said a come here cat

I'm goin' make you a star

I'll put ya on Bandstand buy ya a Cadillac

Sign here kid

I signed ma' name and became a star havin' a ball with my guitar

Drivin' a big long Cadillac and fighting the girls offa ma' back

They just kept a'comin'


Yeah, they like it

So I pick my guitar with a great big grin

And the money just kept on pourin' in

But then one day my Uncle Sam he says, here I am

Uncle Sam needs ya boy

I'm a'gonna cut your hair off

Oh, take this rifle kid

Gimme that guitar


Artist Information

American country singer/songwriter and father of Bobby Bare Jr., born April 7, 1935 in Ironton, Ohio. Country Music Hall of Fame

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