I remember way back when I was a little boy Didn't ride my bike, didn't play with toys Wore the needle out on Dad's Hi-Fi Trying to play along with all his 45s There was only one sound at the top of my charts The touch and tone and twang of Chet's guitar
From a half baked kid to a full grown man Standing out front of a four piece band Playing those dives every Saturday night Dreaming of fame and my name in lights With the rhinestone suits and the Cadillac car And the touch and the tone and twang of Chet's guitar
Well, I finally made it to Opry stage People snapping pictures of my smiling faces My fingers all flying up and down the frets Playing every lick that I stole from Chet 'Cause I never forgot that everything stars With the touch and the tone and twang of Chet's guitarTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
