Let The Guitar Do The Talkin'

I was in a band, we were scheduled to appear

At a little roadhouse called the Get Down Here

A cinder block building with a hand-painted sign

Hunkered down straddling the county lines

When the crowd rolled in they were a motley mix

There were truckers and bikers and locals from the sticks

Each one meaner than a cougar in a cage

And the biggest one swaggered right up to the stage

He said, â??Weâ??ve heard everybody from David Allen Coe

To Chuck Berry singing â??go Johnny go go

Got an autographed picture of Elvis on the shelf

So tell me girl what you got to say for yourself

I let the guitar do the talkinâ??, and the whole place started rockinâ??

My fingertips werenâ??t stoppinâ?? and that big dude started boppinâ??

No need to fuss, stop the squalkinâ??, just let the guitar do the talkinâ??

Now he was over in the corner with a chesire smile

The best lookinâ?? seventeen miles

Sittinâ?? there makinâ?? my poor heart sweet

I knew my chances were a long shot bet

Because a boy like that heâ??s heard every line

And Iâ??ve never been the silver-tongue kind

But I figured I had me one chance

Of gettinâ?? that boy to dance

So I cranked up my amp...

I let the guitar do the talkinâ??, and the whole place started rockinâ??

My fingertips werenâ??t stoppinâ?? and that big dude started boppinâ??

No need to fuss, stop the squalkinâ??, just let the guitar do the talkinâ??

In a world of too many words

Sometimes your point is hard to get heard

I think I figured out a little way of getting mine through

I just put it on, tune it up and the whole place started rockinâ??

My fingertips werenâ??t stoppinâ?? and that big dude started boppinâ??

No need to fuss, stop the squalkinâ??, just let the guitar do the talkinâ??