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Rock Back Billy

	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