Grew up in the 50s with a guitar in my hand
With the Grand Old Opry, Jimmy Reed and Bobby Blue Bland
Everybody asked me what I play, everywhere I go
I say I'm too rock for country, too country for rock and roll

Well, my brother's in the Army with a country western band
But I'm setting home, playing music with my old man
When my uncle came to visit, and he turned me on to Soul
Now I'm too rock for country, too country for rock and roll

So I'll just keep on playing
The songs I love to play
That's all that matters anyway
But sometimes I think I'm standing in the middle of the road
Cause I'm too rock for country, too country for rock and roll

Well I'm too rock for country, too country for rock and roll
But the whole joint's jumping and they keep on begging for more
Cause when you're out there on the floor
It don't matter which way it goes
It ain't too rock for country, too country for rock and roll

Yeah, when you're out there on the floor
It don't matter which way it goes
It ain't too rock for country, too country for rock and roll