Mac Davis

 I can still remember
 When I bought my first guitar,
 Remember just how good the feeling
 To put it proudly in my car,
 And my fam'ly listened fifty times
 To my two song repertoire.
 I told my mom
 Her only son was gonna be a star.
 Bought all the Beatles records,
 I sounded just like Paul,
 I bought all the old Chuck Berry's 78's and all
 I sat by my record player
 Playing ev'ry note they played.
 I watched them all on TV
 Making ev'ry move they made.

 Rock and roll, I gave you all
 The best years of my life
 All the dreamy sunny Sundays,
 All the moonlit summer nights.
 I was so busy in the backroom
 Writing love songs to you
 While you were changing your direction
 And you never even knew
 That I was always just one step behind you.

 '66 seemed like the year
 I was really going somewhere;
  We were living in San Francisco
  With flowers in our hair,
  Singing songs of kindness
  So the world would understand,
  To the guys and me you were something more
  Than just another band.

  And then sixty-nine 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 that we had ever played,
 And the way the crowds cried out for us,
 We thought we had it made.

 Rock and roll, I gave you all
 The best years of my life,
 All the crazy, lazy, young days,
 All the magic moon at night.
 I was so busy on the road
 Singing love songs to you,
 while you were changing your direction
 And you never even knew
 That I was always just one step behind you.

 Seventy-one and so alone
 When I met Susanne,
 I was trying to go it solo
 With someone else's band.
 She came up to me later
 And I took her by the hand,
 And I told her all my troubles
 And she seemed to understand.

 And she followed me through London
 Through a hundred hotel rooms,
 Through a hundred record companies
 Who didn't like my tunes;
 She followed me when finally
 I sold my old guitar,
 She tried to help me
 Understand I'd never be a star.

 Rock and roll, I gave you
 All the best years of my life,
 All the dreamy, sunny Sundays,
 All the moonlit summer nights,
 And though I never knew
 The magic of making it with you,
 That I thank the Lord for giving me
 The little bit I knew,
 And I was always just one step behind you