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Kid Rock â God Save Rock N Roll Lyrics
Intro (G)
G
Boy next door not too complacent
Lost till he found how to pound the pavement
D C G
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
C G
And southwest Detroit ainât a place to talk no trash
D C G
You can throw some dap but itâs best not to flash no cash
You grow up quick, fightinâ for the upper end of lower class
And sometimes ya feel like sand in an hour glass
Hey there young man, you better dig down deep in your soul
You better learn to play and pray God save rock n roll
G
He got a four-piece band for his graduation
A second hand van and they toured the nation
D C G
But no one seemed to ever wanna sing a long
They headed out west to find salvation
But the Sunset Stripâs a big temptation
The girls and cocaine seemed to write every song
C G
But east LA ainât a place to talk no trash
D C G
You can play for tips but how long can that life last
You grow up quick, writinâ checks your ass canât cash
And sometimes ya feel like lifeâs movinâ 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
C G
Yeah God, save rock n roll
D C G
If you could find a way I swear I wonât sell my soul
Hey God, save rock roll
Pave the way and hey God save rock n roll
Solo: (C-G-D-C-G)
G
He got pegged to be the next sensation
A big fat check for his aggravation
D C G
And a renegade spot tucked way high up in the hills
His songs played strong on every station
And MTV in full rotation
And his garage was filled up with big Cadillac DeVilles
He sold his soul it was fabrication
Found success but lost his patience
Cuz livinâ on the road ainât all itâs 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 alter on his knees
C G
And southwest Detroit ainât a place to talk no trash
D C G
Hey mister big shot, howâs 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 ya never thought youâd get this old
D
Iâm still tryinâ to be, Iâm still singinâ in key, Iâm still livinâ free
C G
So you all I said long live rock n roll!
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