No Teacher Blues (TorchHouse Version) Lyrics

Well, I bought me a guitar

At a corner pawn shop

I played Guitar Hero

Now I really wanna rock

I bought me a music book

I couldn't even read

Man, I'm gonna have to find

Someone to teach me

So, I'm going to the city

Where the rock and rollers live

I gassed up my truck

And down the road I went

So, I went up into Seattle

To find the ghost of Kurt Cobain

And learned to play some grunge guitar

Like Alice in Chains

But all I found were hipsters

With their lumberjack beards

And their trendy coffee shops

And their fancy gelled up hair

So, I asked that homeless dude

Where's the underground scene

He said Punk is dead

And it ain't had no recovery

And so, I figured I should try my hand

At old school R&B

And maybe Detroit City

Is where that I should be

I could grow a white boy afro

And learn some funky moves

Get some Black girls behind me

Singing shoo bop shoo woo

But Motown left there years ago

And there was no R&B

Well, I guess Detroit City

Just wasn't for me

So, I headed down to San Francisco

Just to find my hippie soul

I went to Haight-Ashbury

Where all the hippies go

I walked around barefooted

Put flowers in my hair

And I took a trip on LSD

But I didn't get nowhere

'Til this mystic Maharishi

Said you gotta find yourself

So, I packed up my truck

And I headed back South

And yeah my mama was the biggest fan

So, I was raised on Elvis

Surely, I could find some rockabilly pickers

Down in Memphis

'Cause they had Johnny Cash

And Carl Perkins

But now the Sun Studio is just a museum

That kind of music don't sell

Many records anymore

Well, I guess rockabilly

It ain't a big deal no more

And so, I figured I should get back

To the home of the Blues

The Mississippi Delta

Was the best that I could do

I went to the crossroads

Of Robert Johnson fame

And I waited there 'til midnight

And I called the Devil's name

And I guess it is ridiculous

But I waited there for hours

The sun came up

And I still had no rock n' roll powers

So, then I headed up to Nashville

To become a country star

And I seen 1500 dollar boots

And fancy guitars

Played by GQ models

And centerfold dolls

Man, what they're calling country

It ain't country at all

It's just a cookie cutter product

Of a crooked industry

And I don't know about you brother

But it just a-wasn't for me

So well maybe Punk is dead

Maybe the hippies are through

And R&B and Rockabilly

Have done all that they can do

And maybe the Devil

Ain't still teachin' the Blues

And Nashville's been taken

By these business suits

I'll just play it like I feel it

Let it come from soul

Cause you don't need no teacher

To rock n' roll

I'll just play it like I feel it

Let it come from soul

Cause you don't need no teacher

To rock n roll