Cotton Pickin' Rocker

In my hometown, where I was born
My clothes were kind a ragged and my shoes were worn
I used to plough the fields, I used to sow the corn
Till I heard the news that rock 'n' roll was born

Now I rock in my rockin' shoes
Yeah, I rock-a-rock away all my blues
And when the bluebird doesn't bring good news
I just rock it all away in my rockin' shoes

Well, I'm a cotton pickin' rocker from a-way back
I first started rockin' in an old haystack
I don't drive a sportscar or Cadillac
Just a cotton pickin' rocker from a-way back

Now that you've heard what converted me
To a real hepcat to the highest degree
Well baby, maybe you can see
This rock 'n' roll music was a-meant for me

Yeah, and I rock in my rockin' shoes
Yeah, I rock-a-rock away all my blues
And when the bluebird doesn't bring good news
I just rock it all away in my rockin' shoes

Well, I'm a cotton pickin' rocker from a-way back
I first started rockin' in an old haystack
I don't drive a sportscar or Cadillac
Just a cotton pickin' rocker from a-way back

Well, I'm a cotton pickin' rocker from a-way back
I first started rockin' in an old haystack
I don't drive a sportscar or Cadillac
I'm just a cotton pickin' rocker from a-way back
Cotton pickin' rocker from a-way back
Cotton pickin' rocker from a-way back
Cotton pickin' rocker from a-way back!