| He said he was the grandson of Johnny B. Goode
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| Some thought he couldn’t but I thought he could
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| He set his mind talkin' about Elvis lookin' like James Dean
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| He said a country boy rockin' ain’t all that bad
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| You shake your leg or you wear you a hat
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| You bring the house down and you make all the pretty girls scream
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| He said a complicated rhythm folks don’t understand
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| Just stomp your feet and clap your hand and play
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| Blue, blue denim soul
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| Blue, blue denim soul
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| A country boy rockin' will get on a roll
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| Playin' blue, blue denim soul
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| He poured me out a helping of rhythm and blues
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| It was bad to the bone-you see to me it was news
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| Spreadin' wood sheddin' in pair of faded overalls
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| He said scratch your throat when you start to sing
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| You make 'em cry when you bend them strings
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| And one more thing I will tell you before I go
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| The only thing that you can count on are both of your hands
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| And having holes in your britches when the boys in the band are playin'
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| Blue, blue denim soul
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| Blue, blue denim soul
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| A country boy rockin' will get on a roll |
| Playin' blue, blue denim soul |