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Stuck it on a slab of ash, |
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Sold one to Luther, threw in a pick, |
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Sent him out with Johnny Cash. |
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Now, could Leo Fender and the gang have known |
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At the factory in Fullerton? |
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That the honky twang of the Telecaster tone |
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Would outlast 'em, every one. |
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[Chorus:] |
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It's got a plush-lined case, |
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It's all up in your face, |
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It's your thunderin' lightning rod - |
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It was born at the junction of form and function - |
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It's the hammer of the honky-tonk gods, |
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It's the hammer of the honky-tonk gods! |
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[Bridge: {Telecaster Break}] |
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You got Buck and Don, Merle and Roy, |
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Muddy and the Iceman, too, |
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Bryant, Bert, Roy, Danny, and Redd, |
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Why, that's Redd with two 'D's to you. |
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Well, there's Waylon and Keith, |
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'Bout off th' top of my head, |
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Chrissie, Cropper and the Boss, |
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Why, if Johnny B Goode had one, he would |
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Up in the St. Louis Telecaster, hoss. |
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[Repeat Chorus: {Variations}] |
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You've (She's) got your (a) plush-lined case, |
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An' all (All) up in your face, |
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She's your (ya) thunderin' lightning rod - |
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(Well it was) Born at the junction of form and function - |
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It's the ('e) hammer of the honky-tonk gods, |
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It's the hammer of the honky-tonk gods! |
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[Repeat Chorus:] |
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Stuck it on a slab of ash, |
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Sold one to Luther, threw in a pick, |
