Honky Tonk Part 1 - Bobby Day

Stuck it on a slab of ash

Sold one to Luther, threw in a pick

Sent him out with Johnny Cash

Now, could Leo Fender and the gang have known

At the factory in Fullerton?

That the honky twang of the Telecaster tone

Would outlast 'em, every one

It’s got a plush-lined case

It’s all up in your face

It’s your thunderin' lightning rod —

It was born at the junction of form and function —

It’s the hammer of the honky-tonk gods

It’s the hammer of the honky-tonk gods!

You got Buck and Don, Merle and Roy

Muddy and the Iceman, too

Bryant, Bert, Roy, Danny, and Redd

Why, that’s Redd with two 'D's to you

Well, there’s Waylon and Keith

'Bout off th' top of my head

Chrissie, Cropper and the Boss

Why, if Johnny B Goode had one, he would

Up in the St. Louis Telecaster, hoss

You’ve (She's) got your (a) plush-lined case

An' all (All) up in your face

She’s your (ya) thunderin' lightning rod —

(Well it was) Born at the junction of form and function —

It’s the ('e) hammer of the honky-tonk gods

It’s the hammer of the honky-tonk gods!

Stuck it on a slab of ash

Sold one to Luther, threw in a pick