Guitar Town - 1989/Live In Calgary

	作词 : 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
	'cause 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 wonderin' why i don't stop
	Gotta keep rockin' why i still can
	I 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
	And 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

	zuò cí : 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
	' cause 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 thirtyseven 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 wonderin' why i don' t stop
	Gotta keep rockin' why i still can
	I 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
	And 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