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