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Treat Her Right

Instrumental start

Well, Y’a, better think ---two steps ahead ,------

Well Y’a, better walk two steps behind,----

If you don’t, ----- Boy, --- Y’a gonna lose your mind. Yea-----

Instrumental break

Old man was talking, ------ while lying on his death bed,

I Knew I’d better listen, ------and remember what he said,

Don’t drink, -------and don’t y’all fight, --------don’t play old flat top, guitars at night,

find you a wo’-mon -------and treat her right, yea-----

Instrumental break

Chorus:

“Well I wore old boots, ---- and I rode old bikes,---- lordy, played old flat top guitars at night,

never found me that wo’-mon ----- and treat her right. Well

Instrumental break

Well, Y’a better think, -----two steps ahead,------ Yea, Y’a better walk------two steps behind

If you don’t,----- boy, Y’a gonna lose your mind (short instrumental close)

Treat Her Right

Treat her right started out as a phrase used in my construction management endeavors. Using think two steps ahead walk two steps behind in safety meetings gave flavor and change to a rather mundane task that had to be carried out on a weekly basis. Looking for new material to use in the safety meetings the phrase came to me one day just we were starting a meeting. All the crews seemed to like it and we used it as a guide line in carrying out our daily task, after which new projects caused a shelving of the phrase. After deciding to make the CD collection I thought it would be great to have a title song with the phrase Old Boots Old Bikes Old Flattops in a verse in the song. After several months of failed attempts, I began writing down all the phrases that the old salts I worked apprentice under had shared with me. One night while in the studio a somewhat Hybrid and Bluesy riff just sprang out of my Martin D-15. In just a flash a melody in E with a Hybrid Blues beat. While in this mood with everything going good I began a track. In less than 4 bars a new B cord popped out which my good friend calls the Hybrid B. Somehow in just a few minuets I had a song with the needed phrase. “Well I wore Old boots, and I rode Old bikes, lordy played Old flattop, Guitars late at night, never found me a wo’mon, and treat her right”. This was just what I wanted for the song, and several minuets later it was on paper. In the song most of every line has the advice that someone offered, and I did not pay very good attention. This song is not a true Blue’s song but it is as close as I can come at this time. With that in mind I felt like it must be added to the Old Boots Old Bikes Old Flattops CD even though it is a fairly new lyric.