Lyrics

Dewey drives from Neilburg down to Houston every week
With 18 wheels beneath him, he’s the king of the streets
But when it’s time for a reset well Dewey likes to unwind
He heads to the nearest bar and Dewey has himself a time
He may get a shot of whisky in him, or he may get 7 or 8
He’ll get as many as it takes to get from good to great
And if the bands a playing Dewey always comes prepared
He pulls out his prize possession and starts hammering that air
And I’m wondering Dewey where on earth did you get a left handed air guitar?
You’ve got the gals all squirrely and they’re waiting by your car
You keep playing that instrument son, You’re bound to get real far
For we ain’t seen nothin like Ol’ Dew and his left handed air guitar
Well he must practice nightly in the bunk of his Peterbilt
Working on his Chords and scales, the pockets and the fills
He’s a solo shredding maniac, he really lets her bend
But he never puts it down ‘cause he might not find it again
And I’m wondering Dewey where on earth did you get a left handed air guitar?
You’ve got the gals all squirrely and they’re waiting by your car
You keep playing that instrument son, You’re bound to get real far
For we ain’t seen nothin like Ol’ Dew and his left handed air guitar
I’ve even see I’m play behind his back a time or two
Well there ain’t nothin dewey and his air guitar can’t do
Oh yeah
Nice Oh you missed a note there, That’s ok it sounded natural
Ok time to wrap it up Dewey
That’s good Dewey
Dewey you done did ‘er
Dewey!
Well It’s the tail end of the night and all the girls have left with Dewey
Hopped in his 379 and they are headin’ for Missouri
But he’ll be back real soon now I feel he won’t get far
‘Cause Dewey done did leave behind his left handed air guitar
And I’m wondering Dewey where on earth did you get a left handed air guitar?
You’ve got the gals all squirrely and they’re waiting by your car
You keep playing that instrument son, You’re bound to get real far
For we ain’t seen nothin like Ol’ Dew and his left handed air guitar
We ain’t seen nothin like Ol’ Dew and his left handed air guitar
Written by: Joel Bueckert
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