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