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JOHN ANDERSON

Birth Name: John David Anderson
Born: December 12, 1955
Genre: Country

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5

let the guitar do the talkin'
(Kelly Garrett, Craig Wiseman)

I was in a band, we were scheduled to appear
At a little roadhouse called the get down here
A cinder block building with a hand-painted sign
Hunkered down straddling the county lines
When the crowd rolled in they were a motley mix
There were truckers and bikers and locals from the sticks
Each one meaner than a cougar in a cage
And the biggest one swaggered right up to the stage
He said, weve heard everybody from david allen coe
To chuck berry singing go johnny go go
Got an autographed picture of elvis on the shelf
So tell me girl what you got to say for yourself
I let the guitar do the talkin, and the whole place started rockin
My fingertips werent stoppin and that big dude started boppin
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin, just let the guitar do the talkin
Now he was over in the corner with a chesire smile
The best lookin seventeen miles
Sittin there makin my poor heart sweet
I knew my chances were a long shot bet
Because a boy like that hes heard every line
And Ive never been the silver-tongue kind
But I figured I had me one chance
Of gettin that boy to dance
So I cranked up my amp...
I let the guitar do the talkin, and the whole place started rockin
My fingertips werent stoppin and that big dude started boppin
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin, just let the guitar do the talkin
In a world of too many words
Sometimes your point is hard to get heard
I think I figured out a little way of getting mine through
I just put it on, tune it up and the whole place started rockin
My fingertips werent stoppin and that big dude started boppin
No need to fuss, stop the squalkin, just let the guitar do the talkin

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³ source Golden Guide [A]

additional release of this album

last update of this webpage: 04.11.2014

additional album with John A.: seminole wind