There's nothing wrong with being the quiet one
When there's so much you've got to shout about
When you heard the sound of the music that shifted the ground
You grabbed that guitar and found your way out
The boy with the Gretsch
Playing into the screams
So bountifully blessed with a swell of success
Beyond your wildest dreams
Cradled in your arms
You step out into the light
With no need to set any fancy effects
You're the boy with the Gretsch
A New York '57 duo Jet
Step one to heaven got it made
Country Gent and Tennessee
Step two and step three on the way
From the Cunard Line to the closing of Cloud Nine
Some IOUs are better left unpaid
The boy with the Gretsch
Playing so wild and free
So clear and so strong the echoes travel on
Into eternity
Your fingertips glide
On strings and across the frets
No solo or chord too much of a stretch
For the boy with the Gretsch
You can tell that guitar
All the secrets of your heart
You'd never share
Whatever love you want to send
You've always got a friend
Who will be there
You can bend it high
You can lay it down deep
Make it weep. gently weep
The boy with the Gretsch
Shining a light of love
From your heart and soul to the Hollywood Bowl
It's what the dream's made of
It's a hell of a ride
When guitars and stars collide
From the moment you met
Up on that top deck
To the boy with the Gretsch
There's a place on the stage
There's a song in the set
For the boy with the Gretsch
