| Lyrics: | (Rossi Bown)
I saw this picture in a magazine
With it's gold plated grovers, such a clean
machine
So I, I did my homework and I worked like hell
As the brown-eyed handsmone man said,
you never can tell
I got that blues and rhythm, good enough to eat
Sound and vision,
hit me with the backbeat
Blues and rhythm, good enough to eat,
Sound and vision, hit me
with the backbeat
Blues and rhythm, something for my soul
My decision, give me rock and give
me roll
I started gigging in my early teens
Sewed the red leather patches on my filthy
jeans
Got my first Fender tele, got my Marshall stack
Big head, knock 'em dead, I know where
it's at
I got that blues and rhythm, good enough to eat
Sound and vision, hit me with
the backbeat
Blues and rhythm, something for my soul
My decision, give me rock and give me
roll
Don't anybody listen anymore?
I can still hear them banging on my bedroom
door
Is it too late to tell them? Will they understand?
Calm down, come on round and listen
to the band
We got the blues and rhythm, good enough to eat
Sound and vision, hit me
with the backbeat
Blues and rhythm, something for my soul
My decision, give me rock and give
me roll
Jailhouse rocker, make you tap your feet
Classic shocker, listen to the
backbeat
I got that blues and rhythm
I got that blues and rhythm
I got that blues
and rhythm
We got that blues and rhythm |
