Six String Piano Songtext
von The Woolpackers

My teacher in school said all he saw in front of me
Was looking up the backside of a mule
He said "You won′t get far with that there guitar
You're gonna have to face it, you′re a fool"
My daddy on the farm said you'll never make a living with it
Better settle down to slopping out the pigs
But I bought my pa a Rolls-Royce car
My old teacher drives it to my gigs

'Cause I can play the six-string piano
I can pick, strum, hammer-on and claw
I′m living proof that a Misfit U
Is more than just a high pool score
Yes, I can spank this electric plank
I can bend them notes down to the floor
You hear that knocking? That′s Chet Atkins banging on my door


Every now and then when I'm passing through the area
I stop by to see the folks and them
The neighbours run around when that down-home sound
Comes rolling off the back porch again
I push back the furniture so I can play my set
This is ′bout as good as it's ever gonna get
My daddy starts to shout that the floor is giving out
But I don′t worry, I just sit and fret

'Cause I can play the six-string piano
I can pick, strum, hammer-on and claw
I′m living proof that a Misfit U
Is more than just a high pool score
Yes, I can spank this electric plank
I can bend them notes down to the floor
You hear that knocking? That's Jerry Reed rapping on my door

Come on in, Jerry
Come and play some harmony guitar with me, boy
Come on, Jerry, now, keep up
Oh, Jerry, gonna have to put you on backup, boy
Okay, I'll take it from here

′Cause I can play the six-string piano
I can pick, strum, hammer-on and claw
I′m living proof that a Misfit U
Is more than just a high pool score
I can spank this humbucking plank
I can bend them notes down to the floor
You hear that knocking? That's Albert Lee waiting next door


Well, there′s a hundred thousand people in there
And they're yelling out for more
Yeah, keep screaming, folks, but watch the feet
If you all stop jumping, are we really gonna lose the floor?
Uh-uh, there it goes