He said he was the grandson of Johnny B. Goode

Some thought he couldn't but I thought he could

He set his mind talkin' about Elvis lookin' like James Dean

He said a country boy rockin' ain't all that bad

You shake your leg or you wear you a hat

You bring the house down and you make all the pretty girls scream

He said a complicated rhythm folks don't understand

Just stomp your feet and clap your hand and play



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Blue, blue denim soul

Blue, blue denim soul

A country boy rockin' will get on a roll

Playin' blue, blue denim soul



He poured me out a helping of rhythm and blues

It was bad to the bone-you see to me it was news

Spreadin' wood sheddin' in pair of faded overalls

He said scratch your throat when you start to sing

You make 'em cry when you bend them strings

And one more thing I will tell you before I go

The only thing that you can count on are both of your hands

And having holes in your britches when the boys in the band are playin'



chorus

Blue, blue denim soul

Blue, blue denim soul

A country boy rockin' will get on a roll

Playin' blue, blue denim soul