 Hey sweet baby are you ready for me
It's your good rockin' mama down from Tennessee
I'm just out of Austin bound for San Antone
With the radio blastin' and the bird dog on.
There's a speed trap up ahead in Selma town
But no local yokel gonna shut me down
'Cause me and my boys got this rig unwound
And we've come a thousand miles from a guitar town.
Well, nothin' ever happened round my hometown
And I ain't the kind to just hang around
But I heard someone callin' my name one day
And I followed that voice down the lost highway.
Well, everybody told me you can't get far
On 37 dollars and a jap guitar
And a rockin' little combo from the guitar town.
Hey pretty baby don't you know it ain't my fault
I like to hear the steel belts hummin' on the asphalt
Wake up in the middle of the night in a truck stop
Stumble in the restaurant wonderin' why I don't stop.
Gotta keep rockin' while I still can
I gotta two pack habit and a motel tan
But when my boots hit the boards I'm a brand new man
With my back to the riser I make my stand.
Hey pretty baby won't you hold me tight
We're loadin' up and rollin' out of here tonight
Well, one of these days I'm gonna settle down
And take you back with me to the guitar town...
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