Testo God Save Rock n Roll - Kid Rock

Testo della canzone God Save Rock n Roll (Kid Rock), tratta dall'album Country Car Songs

Boy next door not too complacent
Lost 'til he found how to pound the pavement
He walked like a saint lost far in a world of sin
No mama to assure his situation
A misfit, piss-poor education
He talked a big game but never could seem to win
And southwest Detroit ain't a place to talk no trash, oh, no
You can throw some dap but it's best not to flash no cash
Hey, you grow up quick, fighting for the upper end of lower class
And sometimes ya feel like sand in an hourglass
Hey, there young man, you better dig down deep in your soul
You better learn to play and pray God save rock n roll (oh, rock n roll)
He got a four-piece band for his graduation
A second-hand van and they toured the nation
But no one seemed to ever wanna sing along
They headed out west to find salvation
But the Sunset Strip's a big temptation
And girls and cocaine seemed to write every song
But east LA ain't a place to talk no trash, oh, no
You can play for tips but how long can that life last
Hey, you grow up quick, writing checks your ass can't cash
And sometimes you feel like life's moving way too fast
Hey, there young man, you better dig down deep in your soul
You better find your way and pray God save rock n roll (save rock n roll)
Yeah, God, save rock n roll
If you could find a way, I swear, I won't sell my soul
Hey, God, save rock roll, oh, no
Pave the way and hey, God save rock n roll
He got pegged to be the next sensation
A big fat check for his aggravation
And a renegade spot tucked way high up in the hills
His songs played strong on every station
And MTV in full rotation
His garage was filled up with big Cadillac DeVilles (Cadillac DeVilles)
He sold his soul, it was fabrication
Found success but lost his patience
Because living on the road ain't all it's cracked up to be
He got dropped in the middle of consolidation
His wife took half and then taxation
Left him right back at the altar on his knees (on his knees, yeah)
And southwest Detroit isn't a place to talk no trash
Hey, Mr. Big Shot, how's it feel to be back?
Yeah, you made it, became a member of the upper class
Forgot your roots and made everybody kiss your ass
Hey, there young man, I bet you never thought you'd get this old
I'm still trying to be (still trying to be), I'm still singing in key (still singing in key)
I'm still living free (I'm still living free)
So - you all, I said, long live rock n roll, rock n roll, yeah



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Writer(s): Robert Ritchie
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