Each one meaner than a cougar in a cage
But I knew I had me one good chance of gettin' that girl to dance
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the talkin'
And the biggest one swaggered right up to the stage
To Chuck Berry singing "Go Johnny go go"
Because a woman like that's heard every line
I figure my chances were a long shot bet
He said, “We've heard everybody from David Allen Coe
Sittin' there makin' my cold beer sweat
So tell me, boy, what you got to say for yourself?
And I never have been the silver-tongue kind
And in a world of too many words
But I think I figured out a little way of getting mine through
My fingertips weren't stoppin' and that dirty little thing started boppin'
My fingertips weren't stoppin' and that big old dude started boppin'
No need to fuss and stop your squalkin' and let the guitar do the talkin'
I just strap it on, tune it up, stick it in a [Incomprehensible]
So I cranked up my amp
Got an autographed picture of Elvis on the shelf
Let the guitar do the talkin' and the whole place started rockin'
She was over in a corner with a chesire smile
Best lookin' thing seventeen miles
I let the guitar do the talkin' and the whole place started rockin'
Hunkered down straddling the county lines
There were truckers, bikers, drifters and locals from the sticks
Sometimes your point is hard to get heard
And let the guitar do the talkin' and the whole place started rockin'
A cinder block building with a hand-painted sign
My fingertips weren't stoppin' and everybody started boppin'
When the crowd rolled in, they were a motley mix
