Dean Friscic Songs II
(dedicated to Eldon Shamblin)
Tonight I've heard band after band
- they've got some fans, I guess.
But as I sat through each one a' them
I couldn't care less.
Then he came out in jeans an' a T,
his band joined 'im on the stage.
He opened his case - put on his guitar
then he set the room ablaze.
chorus:
He's got somethin' - somethin' all his own
- a sound I can't describe that takes me right home.
And he's the best I've seen yet
at movin' up and down the frets
He's got somethin' - I gotta say
he blows ev'rybody else away.
The other pickers were barely good enough
for passin' time over beers.
but with him, I take note of ev'ry note
- he feeds my starvin' ears.
He doesn't look the part - he ain't wearin'
a buckle or a cowboy hat.
But nothin' compares to the mighty twang
of his beat-up gold Strat.
repeat chorus
Tonight I've heard band after band
- they've got some fans, I guess.
But as I sat through each one a' them
I couldn't care less.
Then he came out in jeans an' a T,
his band joined 'im on the stage.
He opened his case - put on his guitar
then he set the room ablaze.
chorus:
He's got somethin' - somethin' all his own
- a sound I can't describe that takes me right home.
And he's the best I've seen yet
at movin' up and down the frets
He's got somethin' - I gotta say
he blows ev'rybody else away.
The other pickers were barely good enough
for passin' time over beers.
but with him, I take note of ev'ry note
- he feeds my starvin' ears.
He doesn't look the part - he ain't wearin'
a buckle or a cowboy hat.
But nothin' compares to the mighty twang
of his beat-up gold Strat.
repeat chorus
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