(Holly Dunn)

Billy was born in a one room shack

On the Tennessee line by the railroad track

Caught a bad fever and he went blind

And his daddy ran off about the same time

His mama didn't know what to do with the boy

So she gave him daddy's old guitar as a toy

Billy used to sit on the front porch swing

Pulling off licks and bending those strings

Playing to the rhythm of the south band train

Notes flying off his fingers like a hurricane

Couldn't see nothing, never said a word

But he could sure imitate anything he heard

He could rock, he could roll

(Rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy)

Cry blues, with soul (Rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy)

Never went to school one single day

But oh that boy could play

He could rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy

One day a man came to Billy's town

To hear that boy and his guitar sound

He said