Song | Rock Back Billy |
Artist | John Hiatt |
Album | Stolen Moments |
作词 : Hiatt | |
Get a load of that guy | |
With the dew rag on | |
And the cowboy tie | |
Man that cat is gone | |
Form memphis to nashville | |
Then way out west | |
Put that hollywood party | |
To the acid test | |
Got a little bungalow | |
In the valley somewhere | |
Took a gig playing bass | |
With sonny and cher | |
He took it on his chin | |
And never got it off his chest | |
He wouldn't be caught dead wearing that vest | |
Not rock back billy | |
Rock back billy | |
He came to make a stew | |
With that swamp guitar | |
He kept it lonesome and blue | |
Yeah, in the trunk of his car | |
But no one gave him a long shot | |
Though he never did doubt | |
What it was not | |
Or what it was all about | |
He got all tangled up with liquor and drugs | |
Trying to make a racket | |
Like those english mugs | |
Till he couldn't get arrested | |
And he couldn't see straight | |
He couldn't even shine shoes | |
In that golden state | |
Not rock back billy | |
Come on rock back billy | |
When you see him on the street | |
Well, he's no spring chicken | |
But ask him how he makes ends meet | |
He'll tell you, 'i'm still pickin'' | |
Aw, rock it, billy, rock it | |
Yeah they counted him down | |
When they dropped that beat | |
But that red hot sound | |
They could not defeat | |
It started coming back from boston | |
From east l.a. | |
Down in austin, texas | |
And up new york way | |
And as long as there's a kid | |
In a room somewhere | |
With a beat up guitar | |
And some funny looking hair | |
Well, it might be billy's kid | |
You don't know | |
And all i've got to say is | |
Go, cat, go | |
Come on rock back billy | |
Come on rock back billy | |
Rock back billy |
zuò cí : Hiatt | |
Get a load of that guy | |
With the dew rag on | |
And the cowboy tie | |
Man that cat is gone | |
Form memphis to nashville | |
Then way out west | |
Put that hollywood party | |
To the acid test | |
Got a little bungalow | |
In the valley somewhere | |
Took a gig playing bass | |
With sonny and cher | |
He took it on his chin | |
And never got it off his chest | |
He wouldn' t be caught dead wearing that vest | |
Not rock back billy | |
Rock back billy | |
He came to make a stew | |
With that swamp guitar | |
He kept it lonesome and blue | |
Yeah, in the trunk of his car | |
But no one gave him a long shot | |
Though he never did doubt | |
What it was not | |
Or what it was all about | |
He got all tangled up with liquor and drugs | |
Trying to make a racket | |
Like those english mugs | |
Till he couldn' t get arrested | |
And he couldn' t see straight | |
He couldn' t even shine shoes | |
In that golden state | |
Not rock back billy | |
Come on rock back billy | |
When you see him on the street | |
Well, he' s no spring chicken | |
But ask him how he makes ends meet | |
He' ll tell you, ' i' m still pickin'' | |
Aw, rock it, billy, rock it | |
Yeah they counted him down | |
When they dropped that beat | |
But that red hot sound | |
They could not defeat | |
It started coming back from boston | |
From east l. a. | |
Down in austin, texas | |
And up new york way | |
And as long as there' s a kid | |
In a room somewhere | |
With a beat up guitar | |
And some funny looking hair | |
Well, it might be billy' s kid | |
You don' t know | |
And all i' ve got to say is | |
Go, cat, go | |
Come on rock back billy | |
Come on rock back billy | |
Rock back billy |