(Intro) Yeah, they call me T-Bird… I don’t fly — I glide. (Verse 1) Well, they call me T-Bird, baby, Yeah, I’m the king of the town, Ask your wife ‘bout T-Bird, She’ll tell you I been around. I got a Cadillac smile, and a six-string crown, When I walk that street, people lay their money down. (Chorus) ‘Cause I’m the king, baby — king of the town, Ain’t no man can shake me down. I got my mojo tuned and my amp turned loud, When I play my blues, I draw a crowd. [prominent slide guitar solo 24 bar] (Verse 2) Got a suit so sharp it could cut through rain, Shiny black shoes and a heart full of flame, When I bend that note, the girls all sigh, Even preachers stop and testify. (Chorus) Yeah, I’m the king, baby — king of the town, Every bar I play, they write my name down. You can talk your talk, you can fuss and frown, But when T-Bird rolls in, the roof comes down. (Bridge) I ain’t no gambler, but I know my hand, Got rhythm, tone, and a real good band. I don’t chase trouble, but it sure finds me, From Dallas lights to the deep L.T.D. (Verse 3) Now the mayor tips his hat when I stroll on by, Sheriff just laughs — he knows why. I got a sound so mean, it shakes the ground, When I plug in that Gibson, the whole world turns around. (Final Chorus) ‘Cause I’m the king, baby — king of the town, Don’t need no crown to wear you down. When you hear that T-Bird tone rollin’ by, You know the king’s still ridin’, and he’s flyin’ high. (Tag) Yeah, they call me T-Bird — And I’m the king of the town.
