| I remember as a child I used to hear
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| Music that they played Lord with a feel'
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| Some call it folk, some call it soul
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| People let me tell you it was rock and roll
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| I was raised on rock
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| I got rhythm in my soul
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| Every day when I got home
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| I turned on my radio
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| Listening to the music that my idols made
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| I knew every single record the DJ’s played
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| A honky tonk a Hound Dog, a Johnny B. Goode
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| Chain Gang, Love Is Strange, Knock On Wood
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| I was raised on rock
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| I got rhythm in my soul
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| I was born to love the beat
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| I was made for rock and roll
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| I thought it was a fad, thought that it would pass
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| But the younger generation knew it would last
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| Time’s gone by, the beat goes on
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| But every time I hear it Lord it takes me home
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| I was raised on rock
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| I got rhythm in my soul
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| Every day when I got home
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| I turned on my radio
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| Mother played recordings of Beethoven’s Fifth
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| Mozart’s sonatas down the classical Liszt
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| My papa loved to listen to his country songs
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| While I was in the back room rockin' on
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| I was raised on rock
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| I got rhythm in my soul
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| I was born to love the beat
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| I was made for rock and roll
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| I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
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| I was born to love the beat
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| I was made for rock and roll
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| I was raised on rock
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| I got rhythm in my soul |