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 outlast 'em every one

It's got a plush-lined case

It's all up in your face

It's your thunderin' lightning rod

It was born at the junction of form and function

It's the hammer of the honky-tonk gods

It's the hammer of the honky-tonk gods

You got Buck and Don Merle and Roy

Muddy and the Iceman too

Bryant Bert Roy Danny and Redd

Why that's Redd with two 'D's to you

Well there's Waylon and Keith

'Bout off th' top of my head

Chrissie Cropper and the Boss

Why if Johnny B Goode had one he would

Up in the St. Louis Telecaster hoss

You've

She's

Got your

A

Plush-lined case

An' all

All

Up in your face

She's your

Ya

Thunderin' lightning rod

Well it was

Born at the junction of form and function

It's the

'E

Hammer of the honky-tonk gods

It's the hammer of the honky-tonk gods

Stuck it on a slab of ash

Sold one to Luther threw in a pick