Well he laid her down, put her in her place
In that old Leo Fender custom case
Sweat fresh on her from his boyish face
Maybe he said goodnight, when off he raced
Safe and sound, tucked in the hold
Ready to ramble down that open road
Warmed from the bitter winter cold
From the young man’s hands and the stories that his fingers told
Chorus:
Well the wheels on the bus go faster, faster
Through cold cornfields and frozen pasture
Rollin’ all along just to meet the master
That old three-tone Sunburst Stratocaster
The boys came out
Rocked that night
Playin’ it pretty, playin’ it tight
From Ravin’ On to Well Alright
Crickets clickin’, stickin’, pickin’
Man, out of sight
She brought it all home in the final jam
La Bamba, Balls of Fire, Brown Eyed Handsome Man
Kids kickin’ up that Surf Ballroom sand
She was smilin’ gently to that heavenly band
Chorus
The chords ring out for all time
From that frigid February back in ’59
She would never let him go, never even let him try
But nothin’ could keep that boy from tryin’ to fly
Now for all time, she is cast
Sittin’ alone in that case of glass
Like the sword in the stone from days gone past
Waitin’ for her young prince to return at last
Chorus