Fraser Mack - Boy from Appalachia (Demo)

He was a young man growing up wild
Playing that Appalachian style
Since he was a child
His grandpa's old guitar was his only friend

He learned how to strum
And how to pitch bend
Chicken picking fingers
Rolling off the end

But it never was enough
And it never rang true
It never caught his soul
But it was all that he knew

The money that he made
Strumming in the street
Bought an old valve zenith
The world was at his feet
The music that he heard
Was a fiery brand of heat

He said; I'll be the bass, I'll be the drums, I'll be the lead guitar
I'll be the voice that carries everything, the back-up and the star
The driving rhythm strum that carries through the song
The crying melody that makes you come along

Hey, its alright
Let the rhythm drive through you tonight
Explode, like dynamite
And there's nothing more I need all right
Rock and roll is my life

When I met the devil at the crossroads, he offered me his soul
He said I want to play like you
I need your rock and roll
I said I won't give you anything, you can take it you can
I'm a bonafide original,
The greatest one-man band

Some men have got the rhythm
Some have got the riffs
This boy from Appalachia
He could play all this
The sweet soul that soothes
And the power chords that rock
The metal slide on the steely strings
The sonic boom that rocks
Should have been a legend
Should have been a God
Should have been so much more than what he was
Now he's just a memory
To those who heard him play
There's been nothing like him from then until today

History holds no memories
Time keeps moving on
The boy from Apalachia's story is this song

Cause he was a young man growing up wild
Playing his own style since he was a child

Hey, its alright
Let the rhythm drive through you tonight
Explode, like dynamite
And there's nothing more I need all right
Rock and roll is my life

Written by:
Fraser MacKenzie

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