Blue Denim Soul Lyrics - Sawyer Brown

He said he was the grandson of Johnny B. Goode 

Some thought he couldn't but I thought he could 

He set his mind talkin' about Elvis lookin' like James Dean 

He said a country boy rockin' ain't all that bad 

You shake your leg or you wear you a hat 

You bring the house down and you make all the pretty girls scream 

He said a complicated rhythm folks don't understand 

Just stomp your feet and clap your hands and play 

Blue, blue denim soul 

Blue, blue denim soul 

A country boy rockin' will get on a roll 

Playin' blue, blue denim soul 

He poured me out a helping of rhythm and blues 

It was bad to the bone, you see, to me it was news 

Spreadin' wood, sheddin' in pair of faded overalls 

He said scratch your throat when you start to sing 

You make them cry when you bend them strings 

And one more thing I will tell you before I go 

"The only thing that you can count on are both of your hands" 

"And having holes in your britches when the boys in the band are playin'" 

Blue, blue denim soul 

Blue, blue denim soul 

A country boy rockin' will get on a roll 

Playin' blue, blue denim soul