| G | |
| Hey pretty baby are you ready for me |
| G | C | D | |
| It's your good | rockin' daddy down from Tennessee |
| D | |
| I'm just outta Austin bound for San Antone |
| D | C | |
| with the radio | blastin' and the bird dog on |
| Speed trap up ahead Selma town |
| but no local yokel's gonna shut me down |
| Cause me and my boys got this rig unwound |
| and we've come a thousand miles from the guitar town. |
| the lead bit is in G, played over the verse chord progression. Sounds great |
| on an electric with a bit of vibrato and reverb. |
| E | B | G | |
| D 0 |
| A 2 0 2 3 0 2 3 2 0 0 0 2 3 2 0 |
| E 0 3 3 3 3 0 3 0 3 |
| 2 | 3 | |
| Nothin' ever happened round my home town |
| and I ain't the kind to just hang around |
| I heard someone callin' my name one day |
| so I followed that voice down the lost highway |
| Everybody told me you can't get far |
| on $37 and a Jap guitar |
| now I'm smokin into Texas with the hammer down |
| and a rockin' little combo from the guitar town. |
| D | |
| Hey pretty baby don't you know it ain't my fault |
| C | G | |
| Love to hear the steel belts hummin on the | asphalt |
| D | |
| Wake up in the middle of the night in a truck stop |
| C | D7 | |
| Stumble in the restaurant, wonderin' why I | don't stop |
| Well, I Gotta keep rockin while I still can |
| Got a two-pack habit and a motel tan |
| When my boots hit the boards I'm a brand new man |
| put my back to the risers and make my stand |
| Hey pretty baby won't you hold me tight |
| I'm loadin' up and rollin' out of here tonight |
| One of these days I'm gonna settle down |
| and I'll take you back with me to the guitar town |
| repeat riff and out. |