Tom T. Hall - Son Of Clayton Delaney lyrics

On Fourth Street in Louisville in 1978
Stranded in a honky-tonk
Somewhere 'tween dates
There was a little band playin'
As I sipped my beer
But I never thought that I'd
Hear what I'd hear there was a young man
Pickin' electric guitar
Smokin' and a snippin'
An' a learnin' how to be a star
He had a big blue bandanna
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 lightnin' on the
Guitar that he played
He did lay down Sally and Hank
Didn't do it this way
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 feelin' 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 seemed to me that
I had seen that smile
While he stood there for a moment
Then he laughed and he slapped his knee
He said
"You are one man I've wanted to see"
He said, "I know you
You story-tellin' son of a gun"
And you know me I'm Clayton Delaneys son