| Song | Rock Back Billy |
| Artist | John Hiatt |
| Album | Stolen Moments |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hiatt | |
| Get a load of that guy | |
| With the dew rag on | |
| And the cowboy tie | |
| Man that cat is gone | |
| Form memphis to nashville | |
| Then way out west | |
| Put that hollywood party | |
| To the acid test | |
| Got a little bungalow | |
| In the valley somewhere | |
| Took a gig playing bass | |
| With sonny and cher | |
| He took it on his chin | |
| And never got it off his chest | |
| He wouldn't be caught dead wearing that vest | |
| Not rock back billy | |
| Rock back billy | |
| He came to make a stew | |
| With that swamp guitar | |
| He kept it lonesome and blue | |
| Yeah, in the trunk of his car | |
| But no one gave him a long shot | |
| Though he never did doubt | |
| What it was not | |
| Or what it was all about | |
| He got all tangled up with liquor and drugs | |
| Trying to make a racket | |
| Like those english mugs | |
| Till he couldn't get arrested | |
| And he couldn't see straight | |
| He couldn't even shine shoes | |
| In that golden state | |
| Not rock back billy | |
| Come on rock back billy | |
| When you see him on the street | |
| Well, he's no spring chicken | |
| But ask him how he makes ends meet | |
| He'll tell you, 'i'm still pickin'' | |
| Aw, rock it, billy, rock it | |
| Yeah they counted him down | |
| When they dropped that beat | |
| But that red hot sound | |
| They could not defeat | |
| It started coming back from boston | |
| From east l.a. | |
| Down in austin, texas | |
| And up new york way | |
| And as long as there's a kid | |
| In a room somewhere | |
| With a beat up guitar | |
| And some funny looking hair | |
| Well, it might be billy's kid | |
| You don't know | |
| And all i've got to say is | |
| Go, cat, go | |
| Come on rock back billy | |
| Come on rock back billy | |
| Rock back billy |
| zuo ci : Hiatt | |
| Get a load of that guy | |
| With the dew rag on | |
| And the cowboy tie | |
| Man that cat is gone | |
| Form memphis to nashville | |
| Then way out west | |
| Put that hollywood party | |
| To the acid test | |
| Got a little bungalow | |
| In the valley somewhere | |
| Took a gig playing bass | |
| With sonny and cher | |
| He took it on his chin | |
| And never got it off his chest | |
| He wouldn' t be caught dead wearing that vest | |
| Not rock back billy | |
| Rock back billy | |
| He came to make a stew | |
| With that swamp guitar | |
| He kept it lonesome and blue | |
| Yeah, in the trunk of his car | |
| But no one gave him a long shot | |
| Though he never did doubt | |
| What it was not | |
| Or what it was all about | |
| He got all tangled up with liquor and drugs | |
| Trying to make a racket | |
| Like those english mugs | |
| Till he couldn' t get arrested | |
| And he couldn' t see straight | |
| He couldn' t even shine shoes | |
| In that golden state | |
| Not rock back billy | |
| Come on rock back billy | |
| When you see him on the street | |
| Well, he' s no spring chicken | |
| But ask him how he makes ends meet | |
| He' ll tell you, ' i' m still pickin'' | |
| Aw, rock it, billy, rock it | |
| Yeah they counted him down | |
| When they dropped that beat | |
| But that red hot sound | |
| They could not defeat | |
| It started coming back from boston | |
| From east l. a. | |
| Down in austin, texas | |
| And up new york way | |
| And as long as there' s a kid | |
| In a room somewhere | |
| With a beat up guitar | |
| And some funny looking hair | |
| Well, it might be billy' s kid | |
| You don' t know | |
| And all i' ve got to say is | |
| Go, cat, go | |
| Come on rock back billy | |
| Come on rock back billy | |
| Rock back billy |
| zuò cí : Hiatt | |
| Get a load of that guy | |
| With the dew rag on | |
| And the cowboy tie | |
| Man that cat is gone | |
| Form memphis to nashville | |
| Then way out west | |
| Put that hollywood party | |
| To the acid test | |
| Got a little bungalow | |
| In the valley somewhere | |
| Took a gig playing bass | |
| With sonny and cher | |
| He took it on his chin | |
| And never got it off his chest | |
| He wouldn' t be caught dead wearing that vest | |
| Not rock back billy | |
| Rock back billy | |
| He came to make a stew | |
| With that swamp guitar | |
| He kept it lonesome and blue | |
| Yeah, in the trunk of his car | |
| But no one gave him a long shot | |
| Though he never did doubt | |
| What it was not | |
| Or what it was all about | |
| He got all tangled up with liquor and drugs | |
| Trying to make a racket | |
| Like those english mugs | |
| Till he couldn' t get arrested | |
| And he couldn' t see straight | |
| He couldn' t even shine shoes | |
| In that golden state | |
| Not rock back billy | |
| Come on rock back billy | |
| When you see him on the street | |
| Well, he' s no spring chicken | |
| But ask him how he makes ends meet | |
| He' ll tell you, ' i' m still pickin'' | |
| Aw, rock it, billy, rock it | |
| Yeah they counted him down | |
| When they dropped that beat | |
| But that red hot sound | |
| They could not defeat | |
| It started coming back from boston | |
| From east l. a. | |
| Down in austin, texas | |
| And up new york way | |
| And as long as there' s a kid | |
| In a room somewhere | |
| With a beat up guitar | |
| And some funny looking hair | |
| Well, it might be billy' s kid | |
| You don' t know | |
| And all i' ve got to say is | |
| Go, cat, go | |
| Come on rock back billy | |
| Come on rock back billy | |
| Rock back billy |