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.