| Well my momma met my daddy down in Alabama
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| They tied the knot so here I am
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| Born on the bayou on the Texas Line
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| Loved Louisiana and raised on Jambalaya
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| Now before I could walk I had a guitar in my hand
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| By the time I could talk I had my own band
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| Went on the road when I was eight years old
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| When I turned fifteen I was stealing the show
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| Money to burn and the girls were pretty
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| It didn’t take me long to learn that I was born to boogie
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| When I was eighteen I went to Hollywood
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| I met Elvis, Marilyn and Johnny B. Goode
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| Got my guitar painted in the California sun
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| A red cadillac having to much fun
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| Now we were playing them halls and jamming
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| Then until they moved me on over to M.G.M
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| They said this is the boy we’ve been telling you about
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| He lit a cigar and stuck his hand out
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| He said son have we got a deal for you
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| Going to make you a star give you fifty thousand too
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| I told him my Momma didn’t raise no fool
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| I’ll take your money, I’ll make you a movie
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| But I can tell you right now I am born to boogie
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| Well my name is Bocephus I drink whiskey by the gallon
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| And I never back down and I love a good challenge
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| What I do now is what I did then
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| I like to get down with all my rowdy friends
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| Now I can be sweet and I can be mean
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| I still got my hat and I still wear my jeans
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| My shades are chromo my guitar is steal
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| If you think I won’t then believe me I will
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| Get down on you baby because I ain’t no rookie
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| I was put here to party and I was born to boogie |