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, “We’ve 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 girl what you got to say for yourself I let the guitar do the talkin’, and the whole place started rockin’ My fingertips weren’t stoppin’ and that big dude started boppin’ No need to fuss, stop the squalkin’, just let the guitar do the talkin’ Now he was over in the corner with a chesire smile The best lookin’ seventeen miles Sittin’ there makin’ my poor heart sweet I knew my chances were a long shot bet Because a boy like that he’s heard every line And I’ve never been the silver-tongue kind But I figured I had me one chance Of gettin’ that boy to dance So I cranked up my amp... I let the guitar do the talkin’, and the whole place started rockin’ My fingertips weren’t stoppin’ and that big dude started boppin’ No need to fuss, stop the squalkin’, just let the guitar do the talkin’ 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 rockin’ My fingertips weren’t stoppin’ and that big dude started boppin’ No need to fuss, stop the squalkin’, just let the guitar do the talkin’Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
