All American Boy - Bobby Bare

One of my favorite karaoke tracks and an intriguing backstory!!!

Writers: (a bag of worms story I’ll post as a subsequent comment to this post)
Written Year: 1958
Recorded: 11/4/1958 at King Records studio Cincinnati, OH
Label: Fraternity Records (F-835) Vinyl, 7", 45 RPM, 1958
A. The All American Boy (2:49)
B. Rubber Dolly (1:50)
Chart: Billboard #2 (1959)
Lyrics: (Bobby Bare Lyrics)

The All American Boy

Gather round cats and I'll tell you a story
'Bout how to become an all American boy
Buy you a guitar and put it in tune
You'll be a rockin' and a rollin' soon

Impressin' the girls, pickin' hot licks, and all that jazz.

Ah, I bought me a guitar a year ago
Learned how to play in a day or so
And all around town it was well understood
That I was knockin' 'em out like Johnny B. Goode

Hot licks, showin' off, ah number one.

Yeah, I practiced all day and up into the night
My papa's hair was turnin' white
'Cause he didn't like rock'n roll
He said, ''You can stay boy but that's gotta go.''

He's a square, he just didn't dig me at all.

So I took my guitar picks and all
Bid farewell to my poor ol' pa
Split for Memphis where they say y'all
Them swingin' cats are havin' a ball

Sessions, hot licks and all, they dig me.

I was rockin' and a boppin' and I be gettin' the breaks
The girls all said that I have what it takes
When up stepped a man with big cigar
He said, ''Come here cat, I'm gonna make you a star.

I'll put you on bandstand, buy you a Cadillac, sign here kid.''

I signed my name and became a star,
havin' a ball with my guitar
Drivin' a big long Cadillac
and fightin' the girls off of my back

They just kept a comin', a screamin', yeah they liked it.

So I picked my guitar with a great big grin
And the money just kept on pourin' in
But then one day my Uncle Sam he said,
(bang bang) ''Here I am.

Uncle Sam needs you boy,
I'm a gonna cut your hair off.

Ah, take this rifle kid,
give me that guitar, yeah...''