My dad gave $3 and a chicken for the first guitar I had.
That rockabilly sound wasn't as simple as I thought it was.
You can knock me down, step on my face, slander my name all over the place. Do anything that you want to do, but uh-oh, honey, lay off of my shoes.
Woke up last night half past four, fifty women knocking on my door.
If it weren't for the rocks in its bed, the stream would have no song.
After all those days in the cotton fields, the dreams came true on a gold record on a piece of wood. It's in my den where I can look at it every day. I wear it out lookin' at it.