| Hey pretty baby are you ready for me
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| It’s your good rockin' daddy down from Tennessee
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| I’m just out of Austin bound for San Antone
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| With the radio blastin' and the bird dog on
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| There’s a speed trap up ahead in Selma Town
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| But no local yokel gonna shut me down
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| 'Cause me and my boys got this rig unwound
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| And we’ve come a thousand miles from a Guitar Town
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| Nothin' ever happened 'round my hometown
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| And I ain’t the kind to just hang around
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| But I heard someone callin' my name one day
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| And I followed that voice down the lost highway
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| Everybody told me you can’t get far
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| On thirty-seven dollars and a jap guitar
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| Now I’m smokin' into Texas with the hammer down
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| And a rockin' little combo from the Guitar Town
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| Hey pretty baby don’t you know it ain’t my fault
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| I love to hear the steel belts hummin' on the asphalt
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| Wake up in the middle of the night in a truck stop
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| Stumble in the restaurant wonderin' why I don’t stop
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| Gotta keep rockin' why I still can
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| I gotta two pack habit and a motel tan
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| But when my boots hit the boards I’m a brand new man
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| With my back to the riser I make my stand
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| And hey pretty baby won’t you hold me tight
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| We’re loadin' up and rollin' out of here tonight
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| One of these days I’m gonna settle down
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| And take you back with me to the Guitar Town |