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it fast
I can play the blues, I can play some jazz

(Let's get it on, let's get it on, guitar man, guitar man)

I play for the rich, I play for
it fast
I can play the blues, I can play some jazz

(Let's get it on, let's get it on, guitar man, guitar man)

I play for the rich, I play for
let me hear the song by Dixie and the guitar man
And as the dollar falls to the bottom of my jar
I get close but no guitar

I got close but no
Katy brought my guitar back today
I left it there to play when I'd stay over
And I remember all those nights
Sittin' in the fireplace light
How
of the solitary E
And I trust my guitar
And I don't care about anything.

Sometimes I feel like I've broken through
And I'm free and I could dig into eternity
played his old guitar he's always strumming 
Ran his fingers through my hair I'd play a love song too. 

If he looked up for a moment then I know he'd
your muse
Yeah, the world's better mellow
Yeah, you're judged by your shoes

Yeah, your mouth is so dirty
Since you were a kid
Rise up like a flame
B.o.B. play the guitar
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B.o.B. play the guitar
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Well
Well I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mother a goodbye note
By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat
Hitchhiked all
loved to hear me play
Katy brought my guitar back today

Katy brought my guitar back today
I've seen it make her cry over and over
She told me when I
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat

I hitchhiked
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
memories awaken
'Neath each bright watching star
Play for one who's forsaken
On my Roman guitar

Suona, suona mia chitarra
Lascia piangere il mio cuore
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode...
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.

Go
Well I quit my job down at the carwash I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston with my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
The years have passed I haven't changed my mind
Cause I still pick the guitar all the time
Because I know someday I'm bound to learn to play
All the things
the railroad track.
Oh, strummin' his guitar in the gentle shade,
Playing to the music that the drivers made.
People passing by they'd stop and say
Oh my that
side of town
But I was proud to call
That old black man my friend
He had a pillow by the bed he used to pray on 
And a beat up old guitar he let me
of playing it though
You know in Europe they usually play a guitar
But the Afro American peple worked out a way to play it
Just like a drum band

The base
cannot explain
Pulsate from my soul through my brain
In a Spanish guitar

To play on a Spanish guitar
With the sun shining down where you are
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
Left my mama a goodbye note,
By sundown I'd left Kingston,
With my guitar under my coat,
I hitchhiked
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
Left my mama a goodbye note,
By sundown I'd left Kingston,
With my guitar under my coat,
I hitchhiked
When I'm not there
And the future is not clear
And the past is just a smoke ring in the air

And that guitar in the corner
Just waits there by the wall
of playing it though
You know in Europe they usually play a guitar
But the Afro American peple worked out a way to play it
Just like a drum band

The base