An American Original
Written by Jimmy Tittle and Leroy Preston · © All rights reserved
I turned on the TV in 1963
There stood the man looking back at me
He was singing ’bout trains, he had black shiny hair
He sang about prison like he’d really been there
He looked a little mean and crazy
Dressed in black, ready to explode
The devil in his eyes, he was out of control
And when he sang, baby, understand your man
The whole crowd jumped in the palm of his hand
An American original superstar
I knew right then I had to play guitar
He did it all with a song
He turned the whole world on
You’ve still got the fire, you’ve still got the soul
You’re still rolling down that wide open road
You’ll never know what it meant to me
When I tuned you back in ‘63
An American original superstar
I knew right then I had to play guitar
He did it all with a song
He turned the whole world on
An American original superstar
Thank you, John, wherever you are
You did it all with a song
You turned the whole world on
