Guitar Town - Live
Hey pretty baby, are you ready for me
It's your good rockin' daddy 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
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
Everybody told me you can't get far
On 37 dollars and a jap guitar
Now I'm smokin' into Texas with the hammer down
And a rockin' little combo from the Guitar Town
Hey pretty baby don't you know it ain't my fault
I love 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
Well, I gotta keep rockin' why I still can
Got a two pack habit and a motel tan
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
I'm loadin' up and rollin' out of here tonight
One of these days, I'm gonna settle down
And take you back with me to the Guitar Town
It's your good rockin' daddy 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
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
Everybody told me you can't get far
On 37 dollars and a jap guitar
Now I'm smokin' into Texas with the hammer down
And a rockin' little combo from the Guitar Town
Hey pretty baby don't you know it ain't my fault
I love 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
Well, I gotta keep rockin' why I still can
Got a two pack habit and a motel tan
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
I'm loadin' up and rollin' out of here tonight
One of these days, I'm gonna settle down
And take you back with me to the Guitar Town
Credits
Writer(s): Steve Earle
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