Текст песни John Anderson - Let The Guitar Do The Talkin'
Let The Guitar Do The Talkin’ LyricsI 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, 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, "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, boy, 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 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 that's heard every line
And I never have been the silver-tongue kind
But I knew I had me one good chance of gettin' that girl to dance
So I cranked up my amp
And let the guitar do the talkin' and the whole place started rockin'
My fingertips weren't 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 weren't stoppin' and everybody started boppin'
No need to fuss, stop squalkin', just let your guitar do the talkin'
