Testo di 'Son Of Clayton Delaney' di Tom T. Hall

On 4th Street in Louisville in 1978
Stranded in a honky tonk somewhere tween dates
There was a little band was playin' as I sipped my beer
But I never thought that I'd hear what I'd hear

There was a young man a pickin' lectric guitar
Smokin' and a sniffin' learnin' how to be a star
He had a big blue bandana tied around his head
A laid back bass and a drummer named Red

Well his hair was cut long in the fashion of the time
Sandpaper vocal but he milked every line
His fingers like lightning on the guitar that he played
He did Lay Down Sally and Hank Didn't Do It This Way
[ guitar ]
Well I sat there and listened for over an hour
And the closest thing to country was a rockin' Wildwood Flower
And I got that feeling that I had been there before
But I knew I had never been through that door

Well the jukebox was turned on and the band took a break
I made my way up front to howdy and shake
I said son I like your music and I kinda like your style
But it seems to me that I have seen that smile

While he stood there for a moment then laughed and he slapped his knee
He said you are the one man I've wanted to see
He said I know you you storytelling son of a gun
And you know me I'm Clayton Delaney's son