Rock Back Billy Lyrics - My Kind Of Town: The Lost 1993 Chicago Broadcast - John 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 

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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 

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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