(Holly Dunn)  Billy was born in a one room shack  On the Tennessee line by the railroad track  Caught a bad fever and he went blind  And his daddy ran off about the same time  His mama didn't know what to do with the boy  So she gave him daddy's old guitar as a toy  Billy used to sit on the front porch swing  Pulling off licks and bending those strings  Playing to the rhythm of the south band train  Notes flying off his fingers like a hurricane  Couldn't see nothing, never said a word  But he could sure imitate anything he heard  He could rock, he could roll  (Rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy)  Cry blues, with soul (Rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy)  Never went to school one single day  But oh that boy could play  He could rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy  One day a man came to Billy's town  To hear that boy and his guitar sound  He said "Son, you should be a star"  Now Billy's riding around in a big long car  Making more money than he'll ever spend  'Cause he still has what he had back then  He could rock, he could roll  (Rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy)  Cry blues, with soul  (Rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy)  Never went to school one single day  But oh that boy could play  He could rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy  He could rock, rock, rock, rock-a-billy