Billy wasn't all but a small town kid
But he loved to play his guitar
And the people who saw his picking they
Would come from near and far
Billy had heard the whispers saying
'This kid can play real good,'
When they asked him how he did it
He said 'it's just in my blood'
And he played
Billy would be the first to admit
he's not the sharpest tool in the shed
And his teachers they would ask him
if he had anything in his head
It would seem that they missed the point
'Cause there was one thing they didn't know
Oh he didn't know much about decimal points
But he could sure put on a show
Every week day after school
It's off to the local bar
Through the hordes of drinkers and smoking joints
There would be a smoking guitar
Everybody knew that corner
Was where Billy ran the show
Just one look at his flying hands
And you'd never want to go
One dark night at Smokey’s
When Billy was on fire
Out from the shadows stepped a man in black
And Billy he did admire
He said 'son, where'd you see yourself in twenty years time,
It can't be in this dive'
I know people at the top of the tree
Who can bring your career to life
Billy, he went back that night
And he stared straight at the stars
'Am I really gonna spend the rest of my life
Playing second string low key bars?'
So he picked up his guitar beside him and began
To play like never before
And the tune ran out so crisp and clear
Even the stars were screaming for more
Billy never once considered moving out of town
He owed it to the place where the love of his music
could be found
The Lowgrounds may be simpl but simplicity is gold
And Billy was the golden kid who really broke the mould
So the next time you ever find yourself
In a smoky Dutch bar
Won't you check the darkest corner
Just in case there's a smoking guitar
But if you ever set your eyes on the boy
Who never sold out
You can bet your boots that you'll
Never wanna go without