The Son of Clayton Delaney — текст песни (Tom T. Hall)

On fourth street in louisville in 1978

Stranded in a honky-tonk, somewhere tween dates

There was a little band playin as I sipped my beer

But I never thought that Id hear what Id hear



There was a young man a pickin lectric guitar

Smokin and a snippin, a learnin how to be a star

He had a big blue bandanna tied around his head

A laid-back bass and a drummer named red



Well, his hair was cut long in the fashion of the time

Sandpaper vocal but he milked every line

His fingers like lightnin on the guitar that he played

He did "lay down sally" and"hank didnt do it this way"



Well, I sat there and listened for over an hour

And the closest thing to country was a rockin "wildwood flower"

And I got that feelin that I had been there before

But I knew I had never been through that door



Well, the jukebox was turned on and the band took a break

I made my way up front to howdy and shake

I said, "son, I like your music and I kinda like your style."

But it seemed to me that I had seen that smile



Well, he stood there for a moment, then he laughed and he slapped his knee

He said, "you are one man Ive wanted to see."

He said, "i know you, you story-tellin son of a gun

And you know me Im clayton delaneys son."