I Let My Guitar Do The Talking

I left Louisiana Some 60 years ago Bought me a one-way ticket To sweet home Chicago When I lost my way My fingers did the walking I don't say too much I let my guitar do the talking Got a sixth grade education I never finished school I'm straight out of Louisiana (Ledgewood, that is) I made my own rules Nobody let me in Nobody gave me nothing I don't say too much I let my guitar do the talking Woo! My guitar's talking Can you smell that? That's so funky A little higher Take it From the east coast to the west coast New York to San Fran Interstate 80 all the way The band slept in the van Sometimes nobody listened I just kept on rocking I learned a long time ago I let my guitar do the talking Talk to me, guitar Tell it loud and clear Say it loud That's what I'm talkin' 'bout Squeeze it Bring it down