ROCKABILLY KID words and music by Lenny Solomon

© L. Solomon 2005

He said life, had no rules, so he dropped right out of school

At the tender age of seven, seemed to know that his and heaven’s

Paths would probably never cross, ‘cause noone would be his boss

Got a guitar at a pawn shop, from that time he didn’t stop

And, he’d drink, ‘till, he couldn’t think

Bump into walls, fall down the halls, where he lived

That rockabilly kid

Stetson hat, Ranchwear shirt, he’d say, moma, let’s talk dirt

Cowboy boots, sequined vest, he’d say honey, be my guest

Guitar slung low, mouth on the mic, sing his songs all through the night

In-between the sets he’d double, as a gamblin’ man get into trouble

And, he’d drink, ‘till, he couldn’t think

Bump into walls, fall down the halls, where he lived

That rockabilly kid

Now he’s old, lost in time, sings for you, for one thin dime

Tells you not to be a mourner, ‘bout his life now on the corner

Where he sings from noon to night, ‘til other folks are gone from sight

Then he packs his ol’ guitar, heads down to the nearest bar

And, he drinks, ‘till, he can’t think

Bumps into walls, falls, in the halls, where he lives

The Rockabilly Kid