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G7
When I was a little boy 
So far away from here 
My daddy was a serviceman 
He thought I could be him 
He was an honest communist 
My mommy was a teacher 
I tried to be a good boy man 
But dad was such a preacher

He hated sounds of rock-n-roll 
He called them "boo, boo, boo" 
And only when I was alone 
I turned on my radio 
I didn't know my English 
They were just magic sounds 
I banged my head on my piano 
When music was around 

                  B
   I was getting wild
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   When I heard those Dirty Sounds
                  B
   I was getting wild
   C       D#                G7
   When I heard those Dirty Sounds 

I didn't wanna be a soldier 
I didn't wanna fight at all 
All I need is my  guitar 
And sweet, sweet rock-n-roll 
I ran away from daddy's home 
Let my hair grow long 
I put together a rocking band 
My love was just a song 

   I was getting wild 
   When I did those Dirty Sounds 
   I was getting wild 
   When I did those Dirty Sounds 

So many years have passed 
And I've become a star 
My daddy's telling on TV 
He bought my first guitar 
Well, everthing is legal now 
Big changes in the world 
I keep my music from the past 
It's reel-to-real
Rock-N-Roll

   I was getting wild 
   When I did those Dirty Sounds 
   I was getting wild 
   When I did those Dirty Sounds