When
I get off of work on Friday,
after working like a dog all week,
go to meet the boys from Colwell
at a little joint up the street.
They got a cute box and corner
full of old country tunes.
I get paid $5 a week,
that's the first thing I always do.
I need a little twang,
a little hell bell to bend and some guitar string.
Pedal steel whining like the whizzing of that old freight train.
Get that foot stomping,
honky tonking feeling flowing through my vein.
I need a little twang,
twang,
twang.
Well, I like a lot of kinds of music.
I try to keep an open mind,
depending on the moods that strike me.
If I'm going to stay till closing time.
So when I want to lift my spirits
to get that feeling worth a dang,
I know I'm going to have to hear it.
Because I got to have a little hank to hang.
Need a little twang,
a little hell bell to bend and some guitar string.
Pedal steel whining like the whizzing of that old freight train.
To get that foot stomping,
honky tonking feeling flowing through my veins.
Lord, I need a little twang.
A little hell bell to bend and some guitar string.
Pedal steel whining like the whizzing of that old freight
train.
To get that foot stomping,
honky tonking feeling flowing
through my veins.
I need a little twang,
twang,
twang.
I need a little twang,
twang, twang.