Blue Denim Soul
He said he was the grandson of Johnny B. Good
Some thought he couldn't but I thought he coul
He set his mind talkin' about Elvis lookin' like James Dea
He said a country boy rockin' ain't all that ba
You shake your leg or you wear you a ha
You bring the house down and you make all the pretty girls screa
He said a complicated rhythm folks don't understan
Just stomp your feet and clap your hand and pla
choru
Blue, blue denim sou
Blue, blue denim sou
A country boy rockin' will get on a rol
Playin' blue, blue denim sou
He poured me out a helping of rhythm and blue
It was bad to the bone-you see to me it was new
Spreadin' wood sheddin' in pair of faded overall
He said scratch your throat when you start to sin
You make 'em cry when you bend them string
And one more thing I will tell you before I g
The only thing that you can count on are both of your hand
And having holes in your britches when the boys in the band are playin
choru
Blue, blue denim sou
Blue, blue denim sou
A country boy rockin' will get on a rol
Playin' blue, blue denim soul
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