When he was a child, just a baby boy

He wanted to play rock music and sing some songs of joy

When he started school, he just could pat his feet

The first song he ever learned had a strong boogie beat



Come on now

Rock it, rock it, rock it along

Roll it, roll it, roll it on

Git it, git it, git it on

Got it, got it, got it and gone



Then one day it happened, they hauled him off to war

Way over there in no man's land, just him and his guitar

Nobody near to love him, nobody ever sent him news

What could a poor boy do at night, but to sit down and sing them blues



Early one morning they called him, oh, what a beautiful day

They packed him in an old army plane and flew him back home to stay

He landed in Clark Air base, but didn't have no place to go

So he sit down with his guitar in the middle of the street and gave everybody a free show.