I can still remember when I bought my first guitar
Remember just how good the feeling was, put it proudly in my car
And my family listened fifty times to my two songs repertoire
And I told mama her only son was gonna be a star
Bought all the Beatles records, sounded just like Paul
Bought all the old Chuck Berry's, 78's and all
And I sat by my recordplayer, playing every note they played
And I watched them all on TV, making every move they made
Rock'n'roll, I gave you all the best years of my live
All the dreamy, sunny Sundays, all the moonlit summernights
I was so busy in the backrooom writing lovesongs to you
While you were changing your direction and never even knew
That I was always just one step behind you
'66 Seems like the year I was really going somewere
We were living in San Fransisco with flowers in our hair
Singing songs of kindness so the world would understand
That the guys and me were something more than just another band
And then '69 in L.A. came around so soon
We were really making headway and writing lots of tunes
And we must have played the wildest stuff we had ever played
And the way crowds cried out for us, well, we thought we had it made
Rock'n'roll, I gave you all the best years of my live
All the crazy lazy youngdays all the magic moonlit nights
I was so busy on the road singing lovesongs to you
While you were changing your direction and never even knew
That I was always just one step behind you
Dooodooodooodooo...
'71 In Soho when I saw Suzanne
I was tryin' to go solo with someone elses band
And she came up to me lately, took her by the hand
I told her all my troubles and she seemed to understand
And she, followed me to london, to a hundred hotels
To a hundred record companies who didn't like my tunes.
And she followed me when finally i saw my old guitar
And she tried to help me understand I'll never be a star
Rock'n'roll, I gave you all the best years of my live
All the dreamy sunny sundays all the moonlit summernights
And though I never knew the magic of making it with you
I thank but all forgiving me the little bit I knew
Rock'n'roll, I gave you all the best years of my live
All the dreamy, sunny Sundays, all the moonlit summernights
I was so busy in the backrooom writing lovesongs to you
While you were changing your direction and never even knew
Rock'n'roll, I gave you all the best years of my live
All the dreamy, sunny Sundays, all the moonlit summernights