I Let My Guitar Do The Talking

I left Louisiana

Some 60 years ago

Bought me a one-way ticket

To sweet home Chicago

When I lost my way

My fingers did the walking

I don't say too much

I let my guitar do the talking

Got a sixth grade education

I never finished school

I'm straight out of Louisiana (Ledgewood, that is)

I made my own rules

Nobody let me in

Nobody gave me nothing

I don't say too much

I let my guitar do the talking

Woo! My guitar's talking

Can you smell that?

That's so funky

A little higher

Take it

From the east coast to the west coast

New York to San Fran

Interstate 80 all the way

The band slept in the van

Sometimes nobody listened

I just kept on rocking

I learned a long time ago

I let my guitar do the talking

Talk to me, guitar

Tell it loud and clear

Say it loud

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout

Squeeze it

Bring it down