Guitar Town Steve Earle

Hey pretty baby are you ready for me
Its your good rockin daddy down from tennessee
Im just out of austin bound for san antone
With the radio blastin and the bird dog on
Theres 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 weve come a thousand miles from a guitar town
Nothin ever happened round my hometown
And I aint 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 cant get far
On thirty-seven dollars and a jap guitar