The Son Of Clayton Delaney

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 I'd hear what I'd hear There was a young man pickin' electric guitar Smokin' and a snippin', an' a learnin' how to be a star He had a big blue bandanna tied around his head A laid-back ba*s 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 didn't 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 While he stood there for a moment Then he laughed and he slapped his knee He said, "You are one man I've wanted to see" He said, "I know you, you story-tellin' son of a gun" And you know me I'm Clayton Delaneys son