It was all hot tar and watermelon rinds in the Georgia summer where I grew up
We burned our feet and we barked our shins but we all came out of it right enough Down in the bible belt Southern Baptist – separate churches for black and whites
The white people prayed on a Sunday morning
But the black people sang on a Saturday night
The latest dances from Philly town came up through New Jersey when I was young I cut my teeth on American bandstand Doing those dances was righteous fun
I heard Etta James and Frogman Henry on the sleepy little stations out of West Va.
Fell asleep with the radio in my ear and it was still going at the break of day
That’s the power of rock and roll make you crazy or save your soul
At the end of the day when the story gets told
There’s a power for good in rock and roll
A power for good in rock and roll
Chains of steel couldn’t keep me home I had to push further on down that road The world was never too wide for me I was firm on a path that my spirit showed
Out of my mind driven mad as a god by the righteous twang of an old Les Paul
Broke and hungry but never mind that
I’m quite sure the I had it all
That’s the power of rock and roll make you crazy or save your soul
At the end of the day when the story gets told
There’s a power for good in rock and roll
A power for good in rock and roll
