John Hiatt - Rock Back Billy Lyrics
Get a load of that guyWith the dew rag onAnd the cowboy tieMan that cat is goneForm memphis to nashvilleThen way out westPut that hollywood partyTo the acid testGot a little bungalowIn the valley somewhereTook a gig playing bassWith sonny and cherHe took it on his chinAnd never got it off his chestHe wouldnt be caught dead wearing that vestNot rock back billyRock back billyHe came to make a stewWith that swamp guitarHe kept it lonesome and blueYeah, in the trunk of his carBut no one gave him a long shotThough he never did doubtWhat it was notOr what it was all aboutHe got all tangled up with liquor and drugsTrying to make a racketLike those english mugsTill he couldnt get arrestedAnd he couldnt see straightHe couldnt even shine shoesIn that golden stateNot rock back billyCome on rock back billyWhen you see him on the streetWell, hes no spring chickenBut ask him how he makes ends meetHell tell you, Im still pickinAw, rock it, billy, rock itYeah they counted him downWhen they dropped that beatBut that red hot soundThey could not defeatIt started coming back from bostonFrom east l.a.Down in austin, texasAnd up new york wayAnd as long as theres a kidIn a room somewhereWith a beat up guitarAnd some funny looking hairWell, it might be billys kidYou dont knowAnd all Ive got to say isGo, cat, goCome on rock back billyCome on rock back billyRock back billy
