Let The Guitar Do The Talkin'

(Craig Wiseman - Kelly Garrett)

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 Allan 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'.

--- Instrumental ---

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'.

--- Instrummental ---

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 called out the court
Hour on counted off pumpin' on my heart and soul.

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'.

--- Instrumental ---

No need to fuss stop the squalkin' just let the guitar do the talkin'...