Karaoké Guitar Town Steve Earle

Hey pretty baby

Are you ready for me?

It's your good rockin' daddy down from Tennessee

I'm just out of Austin bound for San Antone

With the radio blastin' and the bird dog on

There's a speed trap up ahead in Selma Town

But no local yokel gonna shut me down

'Cos me and my boys got this rig unwound

And we've come a thousand miles from a Guitar Town

Nothin' ever happened 'round my hometown

And I ain't the kind to just hang around

But I heard someone callin' my name one day

And I followed that voice down the lost highway

Everybody told me you can't get far on thirty seven dollars and a jap guitar

Now I'm smokin' into Texas with the hammer down and a rockin' little combo from the Guitar Town

Hey pretty baby

Don't you know it ain't my fault

I love to hear the steel belts hummin' on the asphalt

Wake up in the middle of the night in a truck stop

Stumble in the restaurant wonder why I don't stop

Gotta keep rockin' while I still can

Gotta two pack habit and a motel tan

But when my boots hit the boards

I'm a brand new man

With my back to the riser

I make my stand

Hey pretty baby

Won't you hold me tight?

We're loadin' up and rollin' out of here tonight

One of these days

I'm gonna settle down and take you back with me to the Guitar Town