Anita Cochran - Let The Guitar Do The Talkin' Lyrics
(kelly garrett/craig wiseman)I was in a band, we were scheduled to appearAt 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, weve heard everybody from david allen coeTo 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 rockinMy fingertips werent stoppin and that big dude started boppinNo need to fuss, stop the squalkin, just let the guitar do the talkinNow 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 hes heard every lineAnd Ive 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 rockinMy fingertips werent stoppin and that big dude started boppinNo need to fuss, stop the squalkin, just let the guitar do the talkinIn a world of too many wordsSometimes 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 rockinMy fingertips werent stoppin and that big dude started boppinNo need to fuss, stop the squalkin, just let the guitar do the talkin
