Let The Guitar Do The Talkin' Lyrics

Anita Cochran - Let The Guitar Do The Talkin' Lyrics

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Let The Guitar Do The Talkin' Lyrics


(Kelly Garrett/Craig Wiseman)I was in a band, we were scheduled to appear At a little roadhouse called the Get Down HereA cinder block building with a hand-painted signHunkered down straddling the county linesWhen the crowd rolled in they were a motley mixThere were truckers and bikers and locals from the sticksEach one meaner than a cougar in a cageAnd the biggest one swaggered right up to the stageHe said, ¡°We've heard everybody from David Allen Coe To Chuck Berry singing ¡®go Johnny go goGot an autographed picture of Elvis on the shelfSo tell me girl what you got to say for yourselfI let the guitar do the talkin', and the whole place started rockin'My fingertips weren't stoppin' and that big dude started boppin'No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the talkin'Now he was over in the corner with a chesire smileThe best lookin' seventeen milesSittin' there makin' my poor heart sweetI knew my chances were a long shot betBecause a boy like that he's heard every lineAnd I've never been the silver-tongue kindBut I figured I had me one chanceOf gettin' that boy to danceSo I cranked up my amp...I let the guitar do the talkin', and the whole place started rockin'My fingertips weren't stoppin' and that big dude started boppin'No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the talkin'In a world of too many words Sometimes your point is hard to get heardI think I figured out a little way of getting mine throughI just put it on, tune it up and the whole place started rockin'My fingertips weren't stoppin' and that big dude started boppin'No need to fuss, stop the squalkin', just let the guitar do the talkin'

Anita Cochran Let The Guitar Do The Talkin'