(Bill Parsons - Orville Lunsford)      Gather round cats and I'll tell you a story   'Bout how to become an all American boy   Buy you a guitar and put it in tune   You'll be a rockin' and a rollin' soon   Impressin' the girls pickin' hot licks and all that jazz.      Ah, I bought me a guitar a year ago   Learned how to play in a day or so   And all around town it was well understood   That I was knockin' 'em out like Johnny B. Goode   Hot licks showin' off, ah, number one.      Yeah, I practiced all day and up into the night   My papa's hair was turnin' white   'Cause he didn't like rock'n roll   He said, ''You can stay boy but that's gotta go.''   He's a square he just didn't dig me at all.      So I took my guitar picks and all   Bid farewell to my poor ol' pa   Split for Memphis where they say y'all   Them swingin' cats are havin' a ball   Sessions hot licks and all, they dig me.      I was rockin' and a boppin' and I was gettin' the breaks   The girls all said that I have what it takes   When up stepped a man with big cigar   He said, ''Come here cat, I'm gonna make you a star.   I'll put you on bandstand, buy you a Cadillac, sign here kid.''      I signed my name and became a star, havin' a ball with my guitar   Drivin' a big long Cadillac and fightin' the girls off of my back   They just kept a comin', a screamin', yeah they liked it.      So I picked my guitar with a great big grin   And the money just kept on pourin' in   But then one day my Uncle Sam he said, (bang bang) ''Here I am.   Uncle Sam needs you boy, I'm a gonna cut your hair off.   Ah, take this rifle kid, give me that guitar, yeah...''