Текст песни Cotton Pickin' Rocker - Joe Bennett, The Sparkletones

Cotton Pickin' Rocker

In my hometown, where i was born\nMy clothes were kind a ragged and my shoes were worn\nI used to plough the fields, i used to sow the corn\nTill i heard the news that rock 'n' roll was born\nNow i rock in my rockin' shoes\nYeah, i rock-a-rock away all my blues\nAnd when the bluebird doesn’t bring good news\nI just rock it all away in my rockin' shoes\nWell, i’m a cotton pickin' rocker from a-way back\nI first started rockin' in an old haystack\nI don’t drive a sportscar or cadillac\nJust a cotton pickin' rocker from a-way back\nNow that you’ve heard what converted me\nTo a real hepcat to the highest degree\nWell baby, maybe you can see\nThis rock 'n' roll music was a-meant for me\nYeah, and i rock in my rockin' shoes\nYeah, i rock-a-rock away all my blues\nAnd when the bluebird doesn’t bring good news\nI just rock it all away in my rockin' shoes\nWell, i’m a cotton pickin' rocker from a-way back\nI first started rockin' in an old haystack\nI don’t drive a sportscar or cadillac\nJust a cotton pickin' rocker from a-way back\nWell, i’m a cotton pickin' rocker from a-way back\nI first started rockin' in an old haystack\nI don’t drive a sportscar or cadillac\nI’m just a cotton pickin' rocker from a-way back\nCotton pickin' rocker from a-way back\nCotton pickin' rocker from a-way back\nCotton pickin' rocker from a-way back!