Song Description
A hundred guitars all playing at once
| Song Length |
3:48 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Rock - Classic |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Exultant, Frenetic |
Subject |
Musician, Stardom |
| Similar Artists |
Miranda Lambert, The Black Crowes |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
There's a roadhouse-shack on a Tennessee lane
Where Wild-Hand Willy used to get up and play.
All the other pickers would holler and shout
'Til a record-man came, and he singled him out.
He walked right up with a record-contract.
Willy hit the charts, ain't never been back
Now they come from out of town to the Saturday Roundup.
I tell you right now, ain't nothing like the sound of
A hundred gunslingers
One bass, One drum, One singer
And a hundred gunslingers
One bass, One drum, And a hundred gu-u-unslingers
You can hear a mighty howl when you drive in the lot.
They got Fenders blocking windows, tubes are gettin' too hot.
A thousand fingers picking with a hundred picks
A hundred-million notes and a million licks
Te-n-nnn sets-of-ten born-six-string-rebels
Ripping up riffs, and riding up the levels
Talkin' 'bout...A hundred gunslingers...
Saturday night, if it ain't so wrong,
I'm gonna strap on my axe and start playing along
And if the record-man comes on back in town.
Gonna crank it so loud,
Those Tennessee roadhouse-walls are gonna fall down...
Now listen to it!
A hundred and one gunslingers..