Blue Denim Soul — текст песни (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 hand and play

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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 `em 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`

chorus
Blue, blue denim soul
Blue, blue denim soul
A country boy rockin` will get on a roll
Playin` blue, blue denim soul