Lyrics:
Spending my life in a cold hard bar-room
Drinking that long black whisky down
I play the guitar, for me it's a living
Well, I know, just
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
and haste ye back again
With five strings left on my guitar
And no a single song in key
As long as we're in time it's enough for me
With five strings left
to the ground
Lookin for a sound that ain't been found
By no one else
Stickin true to myself
So i took it up a highway
South bound interstate
Counting on a big
It's Wintertime and the weather's fine
The snow on the woods and fields when I reveal... my snowmobile
Thrill by thrill by golly n' hill
Baby it'll
detectives
Now I squish em' like insects
And when I'd get rejected
By the crowd
I'd hop back on my high horse
Like a tranquil thoroughbred
Let me just remind
get it for the low
In the end it wasn't nothing but setting the bar higher
cll that bullshit that you talk not fire
Hire my accountant to get my
Song : Last Song
By: E. (Br0nz) Hobbs
Psykobis out the mist. Bronzito. Check the Mic
don't bring your guitar
I sing this song all by myself
For now
Your dog's not here, and neither is
Your toothy pretty smile
There are only those tears
Of the Spanish moonlight show
Did she look lovely? Oh for sure
Oh that guitar saved my life
How the stars were prancing in the sky
I swear I saw one falling down
left by the one above
Hey, I know who can help, it's been here with us
Well, what do you say
Hey, guitar, my friend, sing us a song, while our broken
somebody use a fuckin' real gun, you little bitch
Next time say my fuckin' name in a song, don't be subliminal about it
You wanna fuckin' diss me, diss me
they Turner-All by all types of rings and j clothes
I went and got some Ernie Ball strings and a rig for shows
Wig-wearin' hoes love my long solos
And if this doesn't convince you that MUSIC
causes BIG TROUBLE...then maybe I should turn off my plastic' megaphone and
sing the last song on the album
blessed my life
And god forbid that your gone
This guitar still be by my side
Songs blessed my life
Some songs are like whiskey some songs are like wine
sing for hours about everything
And that be alright by me
I could play this guitar without any strings
And I could sing for hours about everything
us back to hell
Feel like that's where I belong
With my guitar and songs
The devil make me feel like I belong
Hope I wake up from this nightmare
Going
(This story was told to me by Jerry Clover at the 1971 discjockey convention
I told Jerry I's gonna write a song about it
My brother Hillman gonna
Oh yeah, they gon' kick niggas out for this, oh, that's a cool thing
Said I, I got a, I got a bad bitch sittin' on my arm, no guitar, we gon' play
for you.
I don't have to many thoughts at all,
I just strum my old guitar.
Singin' song 'bout the time that you said,
That we'd never be more than
or a six door I'll
Get it cocaine white like a gringo
I got a link at Stoney for clothes so
This hoody that I own cost ocho cinco
With my Spanish girl
Hello Mr. D.J. won't you play a song for me'
The girl I love just said good-by and I'm blue as I can be
Oh please Mr. D.J. play that song I heard you
We’ll I was just 9 When I first caught your eye
All this time, you’ve been by my side
The summers were long and I’d sing you my songs
My love, I
I'm pulling them out
That's what I get for dating a dropout
In the pits, when I first made trout
I didn't know Avi when he came to my house
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