When he was a child, just a baby boy   He wanted to play rock music and sing some songs of joy   When he started school, he just could pat his feet   The first song he ever learned had a strong boogie beat      Come on now   Rock it, rock it, rock it along   Roll it, roll it, roll it on   Git it, git it, git it on   Got it, got it, got it and gone      Then one day it happened, they hauled him off to war   Way over there in no man's land, just him and his guitar   Nobody near to love him, nobody ever sent him news   What could a poor boy do at night, but to sit down and sing them blues      Early one morning they called him, oh, what a beautiful day   They packed him in an old army plane and flew him back home to stay   He landed in Clark Air base, but didn't have no place to go   So he sit down with his guitar in the middle of the street and gave everybody a free show.