Sally's putting on her perfume
Slippin' into high -heeled shoes
Sally used to have a boyfriend
who played the blues
Billy's puttin' gas in a pickup
Combing his hair just right
Money burnin' holes in his pocket
still tonight
Cause it's nine o 'clock, time to rock
Goin' downtown,
gonna hear the little guitar talk
Mama does her time at the factory
Daddy minds the local store
Nothin' much to say
about it anymore
But when they get lost in the music,
under the dance hall lights,
Mama still makes love
and Daddy feel alright.
Well, it's nine o 'clock, time to rock,
Going downtown,
gonna hear a little guitar talk.
And when the guitar talks,
when the bass man walks,
There's a place down deep inside
your heart it will unlock
When the singing strings and
the guitar rings
Everywhere around the world
the message is the same
The weatherman tells the weather,
the TV man reads the news
There's nothing like a fender
talking about blue suede shoes
And if your baby leaves you,
or if it's been a lowdown day
Listen what a good old six
string has to say
Cause it's nine o 'clock, time to rock
Going downtown,
gonna hear that guitar talk
All around the block,
we're all gonna rock
Goin' downtown,
gonna hear a little guitar talk
Hear a little guitar talk
Uh -huh
Hear a little guitar talk
All gonna rock
Tell you a story, son,
going downtown,
tell me what you say.
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