Song | Rock N Roll Man |
Artist | Elizabeth Cook |
Album | Welder |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
He got all of his money tied up in guitars | |
His poster hangin up at an east side bar | |
Sets his tip bucket up by the microphone stand | |
He don’t think about it, he’s a rock n roll man | |
I tried to run him off and set the record straight | |
He said girl you know better now, we’re soulmates | |
Only one speaker working and his amp’s blown out | |
Doesn’t get what the hell the Grateful Dead is about | |
Wears a gold lightening bolt in one of his ears | |
Likes to talk about Elvis, but only in the Sun years | |
He got sheets over the windows and records on the floor | |
A poster of Jimi Hendricks on his bedroom door | |
He didn’t go to college but he’s read a lot of books | |
Married one time for money and one time for looks | |
There’s always fist-fightin and drama in the band | |
Over cigarette ashes in a Budweiser can | |
Left town one time and didn’t call me for 3 days | |
But he lets me know he loves me in other ways | |
Got my name spelled out in a dagger a tattoo | |
Says I’m the only woman that he can talk to | |
Thinks Brando and The Wild One and The Mystery Train | |
Are proof that rock n roll cannot be explained | |
Owes all kinds of money, but don’t believe in debt | |
He’ll be the first to tell ya, it ain’t over yet | |
Sometimes we’re Sid and Nancy or Courtney and Kurt | |
We get higher than heaven we get lower than dirt | |
It’s the fightin’ and the lovin’ that make it work | |
Too lazy to be mean, and too mean to hurt | |
Make up and take me shopping at the Southern Thrift | |
Thanks the devil for his story and God for his gift | |
He got all of his money tied up in guitars | |
His poster hangin up at an east side bar | |
Sets his tip bucket up by the microphone stand | |
He don’t think about it, he’s a rock n roll man | |
He’s a rock n roll man | |
He’s my rock n roll man |
He got all of his money tied up in guitars | |
His poster hangin up at an east side bar | |
Sets his tip bucket up by the microphone stand | |
He don' t think about it, he' s a rock n roll man | |
I tried to run him off and set the record straight | |
He said girl you know better now, we' re soulmates | |
Only one speaker working and his amp' s blown out | |
Doesn' t get what the hell the Grateful Dead is about | |
Wears a gold lightening bolt in one of his ears | |
Likes to talk about Elvis, but only in the Sun years | |
He got sheets over the windows and records on the floor | |
A poster of Jimi Hendricks on his bedroom door | |
He didn' t go to college but he' s read a lot of books | |
Married one time for money and one time for looks | |
There' s always fistfightin and drama in the band | |
Over cigarette ashes in a Budweiser can | |
Left town one time and didn' t call me for 3 days | |
But he lets me know he loves me in other ways | |
Got my name spelled out in a dagger a tattoo | |
Says I' m the only woman that he can talk to | |
Thinks Brando and The Wild One and The Mystery Train | |
Are proof that rock n roll cannot be explained | |
Owes all kinds of money, but don' t believe in debt | |
He' ll be the first to tell ya, it ain' t over yet | |
Sometimes we' re Sid and Nancy or Courtney and Kurt | |
We get higher than heaven we get lower than dirt | |
It' s the fightin' and the lovin' that make it work | |
Too lazy to be mean, and too mean to hurt | |
Make up and take me shopping at the Southern Thrift | |
Thanks the devil for his story and God for his gift | |
He got all of his money tied up in guitars | |
His poster hangin up at an east side bar | |
Sets his tip bucket up by the microphone stand | |
He don' t think about it, he' s a rock n roll man | |
He' s a rock n roll man | |
He' s my rock n roll man |
He got all of his money tied up in guitars | |
His poster hangin up at an east side bar | |
Sets his tip bucket up by the microphone stand | |
He don' t think about it, he' s a rock n roll man | |
I tried to run him off and set the record straight | |
He said girl you know better now, we' re soulmates | |
Only one speaker working and his amp' s blown out | |
Doesn' t get what the hell the Grateful Dead is about | |
Wears a gold lightening bolt in one of his ears | |
Likes to talk about Elvis, but only in the Sun years | |
He got sheets over the windows and records on the floor | |
A poster of Jimi Hendricks on his bedroom door | |
He didn' t go to college but he' s read a lot of books | |
Married one time for money and one time for looks | |
There' s always fistfightin and drama in the band | |
Over cigarette ashes in a Budweiser can | |
Left town one time and didn' t call me for 3 days | |
But he lets me know he loves me in other ways | |
Got my name spelled out in a dagger a tattoo | |
Says I' m the only woman that he can talk to | |
Thinks Brando and The Wild One and The Mystery Train | |
Are proof that rock n roll cannot be explained | |
Owes all kinds of money, but don' t believe in debt | |
He' ll be the first to tell ya, it ain' t over yet | |
Sometimes we' re Sid and Nancy or Courtney and Kurt | |
We get higher than heaven we get lower than dirt | |
It' s the fightin' and the lovin' that make it work | |
Too lazy to be mean, and too mean to hurt | |
Make up and take me shopping at the Southern Thrift | |
Thanks the devil for his story and God for his gift | |
He got all of his money tied up in guitars | |
His poster hangin up at an east side bar | |
Sets his tip bucket up by the microphone stand | |
He don' t think about it, he' s a rock n roll man | |
He' s a rock n roll man | |
He' s my rock n roll man |