On Fourth Street in Louisville in 1978
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Stranded in a honky-tonk, somewhere 'tween dates
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There was a little band playin' as I sipped my beer
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But I never thought that I'd hear what I'd hear
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There was a young man a pickin' 'lectric guitar
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Smokin' and a snippin', a learnin' how to be a star
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He had a big blue bandanna tied around his head
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A laid-back bass and a drummer named Red
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Well, his hair was cut long in the fashion of the time
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Sandpaper vocal but he milked every line
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His fingers like lightnin' on the guitar that he played
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He did "Lay Down Sally" and"Hank Didn't Do It This Way"
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Well, I sat there and listened for over an hour
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And the closest thing to country was a rockin' "Wildwood Flower"
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And I got that feelin' that I had been there before
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But I knew I had never been through that door
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Well, the jukebox was turned on and the band took a break
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I made my way up front to howdy and shake
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I said, "Son, I like your music and I kinda like your style."
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But it seemed to me that I had seen that smile
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Well, he stood there for a moment, then he laughed and he slapped his knee
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He said, "You are one man I've wanted to see."
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He said, "I know you, you story-tellin' son of a gun
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And you know me I'm Clayton Delaney's son."
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The Son of Clayton Delaney
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Tom T. Hall |