| Sally’s puttin' on her perfume — slippin' into high-heeled shoes
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| Sally used to have a boyfriend play the blues
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| Billy’s puttin' gas in the pick-up — combin' his hair just right
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| Money burnin' holes in his pocket till tonight
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| 'Cause it’s nine o’clock — time to rock
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| Goin' downtown — gonna hear a little guitar talk
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| Mama does her time at the factory
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| Daddy minds the local store
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| Nothin' much to say about it anymore
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| When they get lost in the music — under the dancehall lights
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| Mama still makes lovin' Daddy feel all right
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| 'Cause it’s nine o’clock — time to rock
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| Goin' downtown — gonna hear a little guitar talk
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| When the guitar talks, when the bass man walks
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| There’s a place down deep inside your heart it will unlock
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| When there’s singin' strings, and the guitar rings
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| Everywhere around the world the message is the same
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| Weatherman tells the weather — TV man reads the news
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| But there’s nothin' like a Fender talkin' 'bout blue suede shoes
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| And if your baby leaves you, and if it’s been a low down day
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| Listen what a good old six-string has to say |
| 'Cause it’s nine o’clock — time to rock
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| Goin' downtown — gonna hear a little guitar talk
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| All around the block — we’re all gonna rock
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| Goin' downtown — goona hear a little guitar talk
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| Hear a little guitar talk
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| Hear a little guitar talk
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| Hear a little guitar talk
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| Hear a little guitar talk |