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Friday night hot spot, sign in the parkin' lot
Free beer, ribs, ham, all about big jam
Paid a double cover then we walked inside
Betty Lou started laughed, said, "Look at them guys"
Violin, keys, drums, saxophone
Some long haired singer singin', lookin' half stoned
Sign outside said country band
But the fiddles outta tune, and they ain't gotta tele-man
Bartender said see the man poundin' on the keys
Rumor has it, I'm told that he taught Jerry Lee
Heard his sister was married to Ervin Berlin
He plays anythin' from chopstick to Chopin
Said I don't care if he wears cashmere
Got a wig on his head, and he's deaf in one ear
Or if he goes by the name Ludwig Van
If the fiddles outta tune and they ain't got a tele-man
Buck Owens, Merle Haggard, Willie, and Waylon
Johnny Cash, Jerry Reed, Patsy and the Possum
Ain't none of them stars ever woulda got a hand
If it weren't for a finger lickin', chicken pickin', tele-man
Oh, play it, tele-man
Oh, Buck Owens, Merle Haggard, Willie, and Waylon
Johnny Cash, Jerry Reed, Patsy and the Possum
Ain't none of them stars ever woulda got a hand
If it weren't for a finger lickin', chicken pickin', tele-man
At 2 a.m., they were breakin' it down
When I heard the singer say, "Hey, how did it sound?"
Don't ya come around pickin' these bars again
'Til ya tune that fiddle and ya get yourself a tele-man
Buck Owens, Merle Haggard, Willie, and Waylon
Johnny Cash, Jerry Reed, Patsy and the Possum
Ain't none of them stars ever woulda got a hand
If it weren't for a finger lickin', chicken pickin', tele-man
Ticktock, clip-clop, string pullin' tele-man
B bender, old Fender, kick it off tele-man
A-one, two, three, four, ow