| Stuck it on a slab of ash
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| Sold one to Luther, threw in a pick
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| Sent him out with Johnny Cash
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| Now, could Leo Fender and the gang have known
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| At the factory in Fullerton?
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| That the honky twang of the Telecaster tone
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| Would outlast 'em, every one
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| It’s got a plush-lined case
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| It’s all up in your face
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| It’s your thunderin' lightning rod —
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| It was born at the junction of form and function —
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| It’s the hammer of the honky-tonk gods
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| It’s the hammer of the honky-tonk gods!
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| You got Buck and Don, Merle and Roy
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| Muddy and the Iceman, too
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| Bryant, Bert, Roy, Danny, and Redd
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| Why, that’s Redd with two 'D's to you
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| Well, there’s Waylon and Keith
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| 'Bout off th' top of my head
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| Chrissie, Cropper and the Boss
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| Why, if Johnny B Goode had one, he would
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| Up in the St. Louis Telecaster, hoss
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| You’ve (She's) got your (a) plush-lined case
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| An' all (All) up in your face
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| She’s your (ya) thunderin' lightning rod —
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| (Well it was) Born at the junction of form and function —
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| It’s the ('e) hammer of the honky-tonk gods
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| It’s the hammer of the honky-tonk gods!
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| Stuck it on a slab of ash
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| Sold one to Luther, threw in a pick |