paroles de chanson I Let My Guitar Do The Talking - Buddy Guy

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