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 handpainted sign Hunkered down straddling the county lines When the crowd rolled in, they were a motley mix There were truckers, bikers, drifters 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, Weve heard everybody from David Allen Coe To Chuck Berry singing Go Johnny go go Got an autographed picture of Elvis on the shelf So tell me, boy, what you got to say for yourself? I let the guitar do the talkin and the whole place started rockin My fingertips werent stoppin and that big old dude started boppin No need to fuss, stop the squalkin, just let the guitar do the talkin She was over in a corner with a chesire smile Best lookin thing seventeen miles Sittin there makin my cold beer sweat I figure my chances were a long shot bet Because a woman like thats heard every line And I never have been the silvertongue kind But I knew I had me one good chance of gettin that girl to dance So I cranked up my amp See John Anderson LiveGet tickets as low as 39You might also likeAnd let the guitar do the talkin and the whole place started rockin My fingertips werent stoppin and that dirty little thing started boppin No need to fuss and stop your squalkin and let the guitar do the talkin And in a world of too many words Sometimes your point is hard to get heard But I think I figured out a little way of getting mine through I just strap it on, tune it up, stick it in a [Incomprehensible] Let the guitar do the talkin and the whole place started rockin My fingertips werent stoppin and everybody started boppin No need to fuss, stop squalkin, just let your guitar do the talkin
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