Chet's Guitar

I remember way back when I was a little boy
Didn’t ride my bike, didn’t play with toys
Wore the needle out on Dad’s Hi-Fi
Trying to play along with all his 45s
There was only one sound at the top of my charts
The touch and tone and twang of Chet’s guitar
From a half baked kid to a full grown man
Standing out front of a four piece band
Playing those dives every Saturday night
Dreaming of fame and my name in lights
With the rhinestone suits and the Cadillac car
And the touch and the tone and twang of Chet’s guitar
Well, I finally made it to Opry stage
People snapping pictures of my smiling faces
My fingers all flying up and down the frets
Playing every lick that I stole from Chet
'Cause I never forgot that everything stars
With the touch and the tone and twang of Chet’s guitar