Lyrics Black Satin Kid - John Sebastian
Out
of
the
kickinest
state
of
the
union
With
cattle
and
the
katydids
A
kid
with
dungarees
with
holes
in
the
knees
But
they
call
him
the
Black
Satin
Kid
Black
Satin
Kid,
where
you
gonna
run
to
Black
Satin
Kid
Dounle
kickin′
Black
Satin
Kid
Who
you
gonna
drum
to
Black
Satin
Kid
Shoulder
shakin',
heart
breakin′
Black
Satin
Kid
All
he
ever
carried
was
some
funk-butt
drums
And
they
cost
him
every
dime
he
had
But
he
saved
the
show
Left
'em
screamin'
for
more
When
the
band
was
walkin′
out
bad
Black
Satin
Kid...
Well
you
can
talk
about
your
East
Coast/West
Coast
jazz
And
you
Nashville
country
western
soul
They
gonna
talk
about
a
kid
from
San
Antone
In
the
history
book
of
Rock′n
Roll
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