Chet's Guitar - Steve Wariner

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