Boy from Appalachia

He was a young man growing up wild Playing that Appalachian style Since he was a child His grandpa's old guitar was his only friend He learned how to strum And how to pitch bend Chicken picking fingers Rolling off the end But it never was enough And it never rang true It never caught his soul But it was all that he knew The money that he made Strumming in the street Bought an old valve zenith The world was at his feet The music that he heard Was a fiery brand of heat He said; I'll be the bass, I'll be the drums, I'll be the lead guitar I'll be the voice that carries everything, the back-up and the star The driving rhythm strum that carries through the song The crying melody that makes you come along Hey, its alright Let the rhythm drive through you tonight Explode, like dynamite And there's nothing more I need all right Rock and roll is my life When I met the devil at the crossroads, he offered me his soul He said I want to play like you I need your rock and roll I said I won't give you anything, you can take it you can I'm a bonafide original, The greatest one-man band Some men have got the rhythm Some have got the riffs This boy from Appalachia He could play all this The sweet soul that soothes And the power chords that rock The metal slide on the steely strings The sonic boom that rocks Should have been a legend Should have been a God Should have been so much more than what he was Now he's just a memory To those who heard him play There's been nothing like him from then until today History holds no memories Time keeps moving on The boy from Apalachia's story is this song Cause he was a young man growing up wild Playing his own style since he was a child Hey, its alright Let the rhythm drive through you tonight Explode, like dynamite And there's nothing more I need all right Rock and roll is my life