Lyrics:
couldn't douse my cane
Learn to the mean
For brad pick 'e had
Slapped in the face
Strapped down
I get sunset to sunset
With no sweat yet
Cooin' our
couldn't douse my cane
Learn to the mean
For brad pick 'e had
Slapped in the face
Strapped down
I get sunset to sunset
With no sweat yet
Cooin' our
make a guitar talk, why, I ain't gotta say shit
And I encourage any child to pick up some instrument
'Cause if you're mad at your dad or mum, you can
like Post I fall apart
You cut my strings Gibson guitar
Tryna move on it’s so hard
Feel like Don I’ve got a scar
Just tryna go that extra yard
Bitch, I’m
The streets ain't where Brad's play
You gon' find me looking for the bread there
They preaching education is key dawg
But changed the locks for
Shelton Tim McGraw and Keith urban
Reba garth faith hill and Brad paisley Lyle Lovett Vince gill and Kenny Chesney Chesney
Jason Isabell Margaret price
a scream
And you swear and you curse 'cause the rhyming ain't clean
But it suddenly comes after years of delay
You pick up your guitar, you can suddenly
a scream
And you swear and you curse 'cause the rhyming ain't clean
But it suddenly comes after years of delay
You pick up your guitar, you can suddenly
'fore you even knew your alphabet
Don't be a
Blockhead, blockhead, play my role like Brad Pitt
Show at the Palladium, we suited up like draft picks
like Brad's son
Running man running man running man
Boys run like girls gotta gun
A real G don't talk I'm quiet
Bank America thick with no diet
I was
play guitar
I said hey
I can play guitar
It always saves me when it comes to the ladies
I've never been great with words
But when I open up my
won't get flied out
I just win I can't lose or get tied out
Boy you fell off the hype round you died out
Choppa rockin like guitar picks Imma pull up,
.
Well, I learned to pick, I learned to sing
I tried to make myself a name
I traveled near and I traveled far
Just a pickin' that big round hole guitar
I had a nine to five day job at kentucky fried
Trying to make the payments on a pick up truck and double wide
Mamma always said son,
Use a little
their little girls to war
When the whole world unravels
You gotta know how to pick your battles
I cinch up my saddle
Have guitar will travel
Have
parrot in a palm tree
On the sixth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Six matte guitar picks
Five cheeseburgers
Four Hawaiian ukes
Three finn
Pick up guitar trouble, guitar trouble comin' 'round the bend
Pick up guitar trouble, guitar trouble comin' 'round the bend
Long as he keeps
Play for me
Pick, Flick and Pluck your stings for me
Baby play that guitar
Play for me
Pick, flick and pluck your strings for me
Baby play that
likes her better that way
She doesn't care what Brad Pitt is up to
She'd rather lose herself in
Her bright pink guitar and so far
She's a full-time cutie
I had a nine to five
Day job at kentucky fried
Trying to make the payments on a
Pick up truck and double wide
Mamma always said son
Use a little
electric guitar.
Everytime I mind you, mind you
everytime I'm by him, by him.
You're ripping it up on them chords,
playing my heart.
Electric guitar
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Warren
He's a flatland farmer
Who flat picks and old guitar
Yeah he's a flatland farmer
He flat picks and old guitar
He don't make no money
But he can
I didn't think too much about books and schoolin'
Cause there was more important things to do
I'd just sit out in the yard and pick my old guitar
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