You left our favorite song playin' on the radio,
Way to go - that's shootin' low.
Your lyin' love letters keep on turnin' up,
I'm gonna burn 'em up, in our lovin' cup.

(Chorus:)
If you're gonna get gone, get a little goner,
If you're gonna move along, move a little bit

Well, they put six strings on a maple stick,
Stuck it on a slab of ash,
Sold one to Luther, threw in a pick,
Sent him out with Johnny Cash.

Now, could Leo Fender and the gang have known
At the factory in Fullerton?
That the honky twang of the Telecaster tone
Would o

Long before fish every walked on land,
Time was turning rocks into sand.
Rocks into stone, stone into sand,
Sand that slips through the hands of a man

So I built my castle close by the shore
And I slept on the sands of the ocean's roar.
Then I came to understand
Tha