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 45’s
There was only one sound at the top of my charts
The touch and the 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 snappin’ pictures of my smiling face
My fingers all flying up and down the frets
Playing every lick that I stole from Chet
Cause I never forgot that everything starts
With the touch and the tone and twang of Chet’s guitar
Written By: Steve Wariner, Rick Carnes
