(Holly Dunn)
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Billy was born in a one room shack
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On the Tennessee line by the railroad track
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Caught a bad fever and he went blind
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And his daddy ran off about the same time
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His mama didn't know what to do with the boy
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So she gave him daddy's old guitar as a toy
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Billy used to sit on the front porch swing
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Pulling off licks and bending those strings
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Playing to the rhythm of the south band train
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Notes flying off his fingers like a hurricane
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Couldn't see nothing, never said a word
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But he could sure imitate anything he heard
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He could rock, he could roll
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(Rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy)
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Cry blues, with soul (Rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy)
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Never went to school one single day
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But oh that boy could play
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He could rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy
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One day a man came to Billy's town
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To hear that boy and his guitar sound
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He said "Son, you should be a star"
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Now Billy's riding around in a big long car
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Making more money than he'll ever spend
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'Cause he still has what he had back then
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He could rock, he could roll
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(Rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy)
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Cry blues, with soul
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(Rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy)
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Never went to school one single day
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But oh that boy could play
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He could rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy
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He could rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy
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Rock-a-billy
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Holly Dunn |