Get a load of that guy   With the dew rag on   And the cowboy tie   Man that cat is gone      Form memphis to nashville   Then way out west   Put that hollywood party   To the acid test      Got a little bungalow   In the valley somewhere   Took a gig playing bass   With sonny and cher   He took it on his chin   And never got it off his chest   He wouldn't be caught dead wearing that vest      Not rock back billy   Rock back billy      He came to make a stew   With that swamp guitar   He kept it lonesome and blue   Yeah, in the trunk of his car      But no one gave him a long shot   Though he never did doubt   What it was not   Or what it was all about      He got all tangled up with liquor and drugs   Trying to make a racket   Like those english mugs      Till he couldn't get arrested   And he couldn't see straight   He couldn't even shine shoes   In that golden state      Not rock back billy   Come on rock back billy      When you see him on the street   Well, he's no spring chicken   But ask him how he makes ends meet   He'll tell you, "i'm still pickin'"      Aw, rock it, billy, rock it      Yeah they counted him down   When they dropped that beat   But that red hot sound   They could not defeat      It started coming back from boston   From east l.a.   Down in austin, texas   And up new york way      And as long as there's a kid   In a room somewhere   With a beat up guitar   And some funny looking hair   Well, it might be billy's kid   You don't know   And all I've got to say is   Go, cat, go      Come on rock back billy   Come on rock back billy   Rock back billy