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