hey sweet baby are you ready for me it s your good rockin mama 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 well 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 well everybody told me you can t get far on 37 dollars and a jap guitar and a rockin little combo from the guitar town hey pretty baby don t you know it ain t my fault i like 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 while 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 hey pretty baby won t you hold me tight we re loadin up and rollin out of here tonight well one of these days i m gonna settle down and take you back with me to the guitar town 