The All American Boy

Album

Take Me Home, Country Roads

Label

Fraternity Records

Genre

Country

Composer(s)

Orville Lunsford/Bill Parsons

Entered Chart

Dec 22, 1958

Peak Date

Feb 2, 1959

Released

Unknown

Recorded

Unknown

Catalog #

Fraternity 835

B-Side

Rubber Dolly

Gather 'round, cats, and I'll tell you a story 
About how to become an All American Boy 
Buy you a gittar and put it in tune 
You'll be rockin' and rollin' soon. 
Impressin' the girls, pickin' hot licks, and all that jazz 
 
I-I bought me a gittar a year ago 
Learned how to play in a day or so 
And all around town it was well understood 
That I was knockin' 'em out like Johnny B. Goode 
Hot licks, showin' off, ah number one. 
 
Well , I 'd practice all day and up into the night 
My papa's hair was turnin' white 
Cause he didn't like rock'n'roll 
He said "You can stay, boy, but that's gotta go." 
He's a square, he just didn't dig me at all 
 
So I took my gittar, picks and all 
And bid farewell to my poor ole pa 
And I split for Memphis where they say all 
Them swingin' cats are havin' a ball 
Sessions, hot licks and all, they dig me 
 
I was rockin' and boppin' and I's a gettin' the breaks 
The girls all said that I had what it takes 
When up stepped a man with a big cigar 
He said "come here, cat--I'm gonnna make you a star." 
"I'll put you on Bandstand, buy ya a Cadillac, sign here, kid." 
 
I signed my name and became a star 
Havin' a ball with my gittar 
Driving a big long Cadillac and fightin' the girls off ma back 
They just kept a'comin', screamin', yeah-they like it 
 
So I'd pick my gittar with a great big grin 
And the money just kept on pourin' in 
But then one day my Uncle Sam 
He said (sound of 3 footsteps) "Here I am" 
"Uncle Sam needs you, boy 
I'm-a gonna cut your hair 
ah-Take this rifle, kid 
Gimme that gittar" yeah.