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    All American Boy

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    All American Boy
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      About "All American Boy"

      Lyrics for Bobby Bare - "All American Boy"

      Gather 'round, cats, and I'll tell you a story
      About how to become an All American Boy
      Buy you a guitar and put it in tune
      You'll be rockin' and rollin' soon.
      Impressin' the girls, pickin' hot licks, and all that jazz

      I-I bought me a guitar a year ago
      Learned how to play in a day or so
      And all around town it was well understood
      That I was knockin' 'em out like Johnny B. Goode
      Hot licks, showin' off, ah number one.

      Well , I 'd practice all day and up into the night
      My papa's hair was turnin' white
      Cause he didn't like rock'n'roll
      He said "You can stay, boy, but that's gotta go."
      He's a square, he just didn't dig me at all

      So I took my guitar, picks and all
      And bid farewell to my poor ole pa
      And I split for Memphis where they say all
      Them swingin' cats are havin' a ball
      Sessions, hot licks and all, they dig me

      I was rockin' and boppin' and I's a gettin' the breaks
      The girls all said that I had what it takes
      When up stepped a man with a big cigar
      He said "come here, cat--I'm gonnna make you a star."
      "I'll put you on Bandstand, buy ya a Cadillac, sign here, kid."

      I signed my name and became a star
      Havin' a ball with my guitar
      Driving a big long Cadillac and fightin' the girls off ma back
      They just kept a'comin', screamin', yeah-they like it

      So I'd pick my guitar with a great big grin
      And the money just kept on pourin' in
      But then one day my Uncle Sam
      He said (sound of 3 footsteps) "Here I am"
      "Uncle Sam needs you, boy
      I'm-a gonna cut your hair
      ah-Take this rifle, kid
      Gimme that guitar" yeah.

      SONGWRITERS:
      BROWNE, EDWARD SEVERIN
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