Sally's putting on her perfume, slipping into high-heeled shoes
Sally used to have a boyfriend play the blues
Billy's putting gas in the pick-up, combing his hair just right
Money burning holes in his pocket 'til tonight

'Cause it's nine o'clock, time to rock
Going downtown, gonna hear a little guitar talk

Mama does her time at the factory
Daddy minds the local store
Nothing much to say about it anymore
When they get lost in the music, under the dancehall lights
Mama still makes loving daddy feel all right

'Cause it's nine o'clock, time to rock
Going downtown, gonna hear a little guitar talk

When the guitar talks, when the bass man walks
There's a place down deep inside your heart it will unlock
When there's singing strings and the guitar rings
Everywhere around the world the message is the same

Weatherman tells the weather, a TV man reads the news
But there's nothing like a Fender talking 'bout blue suede shoes
And if your baby leaves you and if it's been a low down day
Listen what a good old six-string has to say

'Cause it's nine o'clock, time to rock
Going downtown, gonna hear a little guitar talk
All around the block, we're all gonna rock
Going downtown, gonna hear a little guitar talk
Hear a little guitar talk
Hear a little guitar talk
Hear a little guitar talk
Hear a little guitar talk