Ever since I heard the words to Johnny B. Goode
There was somethin' 'bout the message
In the music that I understood
Spendin' all my money on those old 45's
Stacks and stacks of records wax
All that I could buy
Pappa called me crazy, momma prayed for my soul
I was in love, livin' for the rock 'n' roll
Now when the weekend came around we'd all head into town
To see the latest bands and what they were layin' down
Me and all my buddies we'd be waitin' in line
In sleeping bags, sharin' drags
Cannabis and wine
We got so crazy that we stole the show
Stayin' high, livin' for the rock 'n' roll
Yeah, we're goin' to the rock 'n' roll shows
Well, a lot of years went by, now I'm out on the road
The shoe's on the other foot, welcome to the show
This time the music's on me, hey
When I look outside an' see the kids all waitin' in line
In sleeping bags, sharin' drags
Brings me back to mind
Those crazy days we were out of control
Got no regrets, livin' for the rock 'n' roll
Yeah, we're goin' to the rock 'n' roll shows
Livin' for the rock 'n' roll
Yeah, we're goin' to the rock 'n' roll shows
Do you remember Johnny B. Goode?
How 'bout Elvis and those Blue Suede Shoes?
Do you remember Fats Dominoe?
Rock, rock, rockin' on the radio, hey
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