Guitar Town

(Steve Earle)

Hey pretty baby are you ready for me

It's your good rockin' daddy down from Tennessee

Well I'm just outta Austin bound for San Antone

With the radio blastin' and the bird dog on

There's a speed trap up ahead South of town

But no local yokel's gonna shut me down

Cause me and the boys got this rig unwound

And we've come a thousand miles from the guitar town

Nothin' ever happened round my home town

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 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

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' while I still can

Got a two-pack habit and a motel tan

When my boots hit the boards it's a brand new hand

put my back to the risers and 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 I'll take you back with me to the guitar town