Sawyer Brown - Blue Denim Soul Lyrics
He said he was the grandson of Johnny B. GoodeSome thought he couldn't but I thought he couldHe set his mind talkin' about Elvis lookin' like James DeanHe said a country boy rockin' ain't all that badYou shake your leg or you wear you a hatYou bring the house down and you make all the pretty girls screamHe said a complicated rhythm folks don't understandJust stomp your feet and clap your hand and playchorusBlue, blue denim soulBlue, blue denim soulA country boy rockin' will get on a rollPlayin' blue, blue denim soulHe poured me out a helping of rhythm and bluesIt was bad to the bone-you see to me it was newsSpreadin' wood sheddin' in pair of faded overallsHe said scratch your throat when you start to singYou make 'em cry when you bend them stringsAnd one more thing I will tell you before I goThe only thing that you can count on are both of your handsAnd having holes in your britches when the boys in the band are playin'chorusBlue, blue denim soulBlue, blue denim soulA country boy rockin' will get on a rollPlayin' blue, blue denim soul
