Let The Guitar Do The Talkin lyrics

I was in a band, we were scheduled to appear
At a little roadhouse called the Get Down Here
A cinder block building with a hand-painted sign
Hunkered down straddling the county lines

When the crowd rolled in they were a motley mix
There were truckers and bikers and locals from the sticks
Each one meaner than a cougar in a cage
And the biggest one swaggered right up to the stage

He said, â??Weâ??ve heard everybody from David Allen Coe
To Chuck Berry singing â??go Johnny go go
Got an autographed picture of Elvis on the shelf
So tell me girl what you got to say for yourself

I let the guitar do the talkinâ??, and the whole place started rockinâ??
My fingertips werenâ??t stoppinâ?? and that big dude started boppinâ??
No need to fuss, stop the squalkinâ??, just let the guitar do the talkinâ??
Now he was over in the corner with a chesire smile
The best lookinâ?? seventeen miles
Sittinâ?? there makinâ?? my poor heart sweet
I knew my chances were a long shot bet
Because a boy like that heâ??s heard every line
And Iâ??ve never been the silver-tongue kind
But I figured I had me one chance
Of gettinâ?? that boy to dance
So I cranked up my amp...
I let the guitar do the talkinâ??, and the whole place started rockinâ??
My fingertips werenâ??t stoppinâ?? and that big dude started boppinâ??
No need to fuss, stop the squalkinâ??, just let the guitar do the talkinâ??
In a world of too many words
Sometimes your point is hard to get heard
I think I figured out a little way of getting mine through
I just put it on, tune it up and the whole place started rockinâ??
My fingertips werenâ??t stoppinâ?? and that big dude started boppinâ??
No need to fuss, stop the squalkinâ??, just let the guitar do the talkinâ??