ROCK N ROLL MAN (by Elizabeth Cook) He got all of his money tied up in guitars His poster hangin up at an east side bar Sets his tip bucket up by the microphone stand He don’t think about it, he’s a rock n roll man I tried to run him off and set the record straight He said girl you know better now, we’re soulmates Only one speaker working and his amp’s blown out Doesn’t get what the hell the Grateful Dead is about Wears a gold lightening bolt in one of his ears Likes to talk about Elvis, but only in the Sun years He got sheets over the windows and records on the floor A poster of Jimi Hendrix on his bedroom door He didn’t go to college but he’s read a lot of books Married one time for money and one time for looks There’s always fist-fightin and drama in the band Over cigarette ashes in a Budweiser can Left town one time and didn’t call me for 3 days But he lets me know he loves me in other ways Got my name spelled out in a dagger a tattoo Says I’m the only woman that he can talk to Thinks Brando and The Wild One and The Mystery Train Are proof that rock n roll cannot be explained Owes all kinds of money, but don’t believe in debt He’ll be the first to tell ya, it ain’t over yet Sometimes we’re Sid and Nancy or Courtney and Kurt We get higher than heaven we get lower than dirt It’s the fightin’ and the lovin’ that make it work Too lazy to be mean, and too mean to hurt Make up and take me shopping at the Southern Thrift Thanks the devil for his story and God for his gift He got all of his money tied up in guitars His poster hangin up at an east side bar Sets his tip bucket up by the microphone stand He don’t think about it, he’s a rock n roll man He’s a rock n roll man He’s my rock n roll man