I left Louisiana Some 60 years ago Bought me a one-way ticket To sweet home Chicago When I lost my way My fingers did the walking I don't say too much I let my guitar do the talking ♪ Got a sixth grade education I never finished school I'm straight out of Louisiana (Ledgewood, that is) I made my own rules Nobody let me in Nobody gave me nothing I don't say too much I let my guitar do the talking ♪ Woo! My guitar's talking ♪ Can you smell that? That's so funky ♪ A little higher ♪ Take it ♪ From the east coast to the west coast New York to San Fran Interstate 80 all the way The band slept in the van Sometimes nobody listened I just kept on rocking I learned a long time ago I let my guitar do the talking Talk to me, guitar Tell it loud and clear ♪ Say it loud ♪ That's what I'm talkin' 'bout ♪ Squeeze it ♪ Bring it down