sawyer brown
blue denim soul
He said he was the grandson of Johnny B. Goode Some thought he couldn't but I thought he could He set his mind talkin' about Elvis lookin' like James Dean He said a country boy rockin' ain't all that bad You shake your leg or you wear you a hat You bring the house down and you make all the pretty girls scream He said a complicated rhythm folks don't understand Just stomp your feet and clap your hand and play  Blue, blue denim soul Blue, blue denim soul A country boy rockin' will get on a roll Playin' blue, blue denim soul  He poured me out a helping of rhythm and blues It was bad to the bone-you see to me it was news Spreadin' wood sheddin' in pair of faded overalls He said scratch your throat when you start to sing You make 'em cry when you bend them strings And one more thing I will tell you before I go The only thing that you can count on are both of your hands And having holes in your britches when the boys in the band are playin'  Blue, blue denim soul Blue, blue denim soul A country boy rockin' will get on a roll Playin' blue, blue denim soul