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I remember as a child I used to hearMusic that they played Lord with a feel'Some call it folk, some call it soulPeople let me tell you it was rock and rollI was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soulEvery day when I got home I turned on my radioListening to the music that my idols madeI knew every single record the DJ's playedA honky tonk a Hound Dog, a Johnny B. GoodeChain Gang, Love Is Strange, Knock On WoodI was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soulI was born to love the beat I was made for rock and rollI thought it was a fad, thought that it would passBut the younger generation knew it would lastTime's gone by, the beat goes onBut every time I hear it Lord it takes me homeI was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soulEvery day when I got home I turned on my radioMother played recordings of Beethoven's FifthMozart's sonatas down the classical LisztSongtexteMy papa loved to listen to his country songsWhile I was in the back room rockin' onI was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soulI was born to love the beat I was made for rock and rollI was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soulI was born to love the beat I was made for rock and rollI was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul Aus Songtexte Mania