The 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 a pickin' 'lectric guitar  
Smokin' and a snippin', 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  
  
Well, 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 Delaney's son."