Tom T. Hall – Son Of Clayton Delaney (Guitar)

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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 playing 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-picking electric guitar

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Smoking and a-snipping, a-learning how to be a star

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He had a big blue bandana tied around his head

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A laidback 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 lightning 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 rocking "Wildwood Flower"

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And I got that feeling 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 storytelling son of a gun

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And you know me, I'm Clayton Delaney's son"