All American Boy Lyrics - The Storyteller: The Anthology 1960-1983 - Bobby Bare

Gather 'round, cats, and I'll tell you a story 

About how to become an All American Boy 

Buy you a guitar 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 guitar 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 guitar, 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 guitar 

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 guitar 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 guitar" yeah.