Son of Clayton Delaney
Clayton's Legacy: A Musical Journey through Time
Lyrics
On Fourth Street in Louisville in 1978
Setting the scene in Louisville on Fourth Street in 1978.
Stranded in a honky-tonk, somewhere 'tween dates
The narrator is stuck in a honky-tonk between engagements.
There was a little band playin' as I sipped my beer
A live band is performing while the narrator drinks beer.
But I never thought that I'd hear what I'd hear
Surprise at the unexpected revelation from the performance.
There was a young man a pickin' 'lectric guitar
Description of a young man playing an electric guitar.
Smokin' and a snippin', a learnin' how to be a star
Depiction of the guitarist learning and trying to become a star.
He had a big blue bandanna tied around his head
The guitarist's distinctive appearance with a blue bandanna.
A laid-back bass and a drummer named Red
Introduction of the bassist and drummer in the band.
Well, his hair was cut long in the fashion of the time
Details about the guitarist's hairstyle and vocal style.
Sandpaper vocal but he milked every line
Recognition of the guitarist's rough vocal delivery.
His fingers like lightnin' on the guitar that he played
Praise for the guitarist's skillful and quick guitar playing.
He did "Lay Down Sally" and"Hank Didn't Do It This Way"
Performance of two songs, "Lay Down Sally" and "Hank Didn't Do It This Way."
Well, I sat there and listened for over an hour
The narrator listens for over an hour with little country influence.
And the closest thing to country was a rockin' "Wildwood Flower"
Notable mention of a rocking version of "Wildwood Flower."
And I got that feelin' that I had been there before
The narrator feels a sense of déjà vu or familiarity.
But I knew I had never been through that door
The feeling of recognition but knowing it's a new experience.
Well, the jukebox was turned on and the band took a break
The jukebox starts, and the band takes a break.
I made my way up front to howdy and shake
The narrator approaches the guitarist to compliment his music.
I said, "Son, I like your music and I kinda like your style."
The narrator appreciates the music and the guitarist's style.
But it seemed to me that I had seen that smile
Recognition of a familiar smile on the guitarist's face.
Well, he stood there for a moment, then he laughed and he slapped his knee
The guitarist laughs and acknowledges knowing the narrator.
He said, "You are one man I've wanted to see."
The guitarist identifies himself as Clayton Delaney's son.
He said, "I know you, you story-tellin' son of a gun
The guitarist recognizes the narrator as a storytelling personality.
And you know me I'm Clayton Delaney's son."
The confirmation of the guitarist's identity as the son of Clayton Delaney.
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