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were Greek Gods
We were singled out by fate
We were quoted out of context - it was great.
Grander than Castles, Cathedrals or stars
Electric Guitars
and the tears they kissed
And then they slipped away, they were singin'

Chunky chunky air guitar now
Chunky chunky air guitar

He was getting down like
And the past is just a smoke ring in the air

That guitar in the corner
Just waits there by the wall
Standing guard and thinking
A new song might come
You and I counting, desert stars and,
Lovers, one by one.
While mandolins and steel guitars,
Help our love along.
Who could show you, ever know
Well we're comin' to your city
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet air liner
And if you want
drive 55 [Incomprehensible]
Playin' air guitar, drummin' on the dash
Only brakin' for the badge

Had the man in blue burnin' through
Tickets by the pound
Well we're comin' to your city
Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song
We'll all be flyin' higher than a jet air liner
And if you want
coffee spoons
There's something in the air between us
And when the night plays your guitar

I want to be with you
No matter where you are
And when
Goin' down to Lillian's music store
To buy a black diamond string
Gonna wind it up on my guitar
Gonna make that silver sing 
Like it was
thin air
Tonight I'm stoned, on long gone love so strong, I swear I'm

I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
Me and my buddies and the guitar
smoke

I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing
Sipping on forties on a Saturday night
Buzzing through
mmm

[Instrumental (Acoustic Guitar)]

What blew her like a leaf this way
Up in the air and down to earth
First she flusters then she frays
So
the back by the buses and the limousines
Just to get a glance at a drummer or singer yeah anything
And they come from miles around
For that moment when
Bust my back on the Levy broke my strings on the BBC 
Found my chops on Eel Pie Island paid my dues at the Marquee 
Slagged off by the N.M.E. lost
Goin' down to Lillian's music store
To buy a black diamond string
Gonna wind it up on my guitar
Gonna make that silver sing

Like it was Dreamville
on my car
Sun is tanning my left arm
And while I'm waiting on the red light
I'm burning up a little air guitar

Turn it up a little bit louder
Turn it up
Ridin' the tide with you right by my side sittin' close.
With a Cuban cigar, a beat up guitar
Listening to you harmonize on a song I just wrote
Every
We are the black-haired girls
With the streaks of red
And ten thousand sky-blue seats
In an open-air shed
Hearin' that thunder bass-drum kick
Well my heart didn't skip a beat
When I saw you standing there
Looking like some kind of angel
Like you were walking on air
And the earth didn't move
'em again, ain't nobody gonna mind

Here's to the good old boys, the guitars that made the noise
And all the girls that we annoyed, and the ones we
Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the
Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack
Yeah and he was the poet of the Lone Star
Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the
Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack
Yeah and he was the poet of the Lone Star
bookings with tickets on Air Rangoon. Does this kind of life look interesting to you? As a fake rock and roll guitar player in a comedy group?

Hunna hunna
Hell, yeah

The scent of Zenith clogs the midnight air
You look around to see yourself and stare
Hot knives, you know you're not alone
The thunder
[Guitar ]

Well they say she has a CB and she's on the air
And she goes by the handle of the Lady Bear
She never gives a ticket and she works at night