Three Names

The people seem to like me in the juke joints and bars
Folks even recognize me as Jonny Guitar
But the Lone Star state is havin’ none of my fame
This unrequited love’s enough to drive me insane

I got an old Tele and a ’55 tweed
I bend the wires, set sonic fires until my fingers bleed
Opry halls I’ve played them all, Denver to Maine
And why Texas won’t love me I can’t explain

Kenny Wayne Shepard, Jerry Jeff Walker
Ray Wylie Hubbard singin’ ‘bout them creepy crawlers
I see now it’s as plain as the nose on my face
You can’t gig in Texas ‘less you’ve got three names
You can’t gig in Texas ‘less you’ve got three names

The White Horse, the Broken Spoke, The Continental Club
Are all up in Austin and all served me the snub
Playin’ the Moody, the Marc I can’t make the claim
I keep bangin’ on the door but the answer’s the same

Billy Joe Shaver, Tony Joe White
When they were alive, you could see ‘em every night
Yet here I stand, alive and ready to play
But you can’t gig in Texas ‘less you’ve got three names
You can’t gig in Texas ‘less you’ve got three names

I went to the Gruehne and to Floore’s Country Store
I told them my name and they showed me the door
I said: I got the goods and I came to ply
They said you can’t gig in Texas ‘lesss you’ve got three names
You can’t gig in Texas ‘less you’ve got three names

repeat 1st chorus

©2021 Jonathan Bennett (Jonathan Bennett Music)