Lyrics:
Jackson steel guitar
And if I had stayed anywhere near you well I know I wouldn't have come this far
Please tell me why you look so confused when you're
Adams, Ted O'Dell
Blackie Lawless and Johnny Rod play
B.C. Rich guitars
Chris Holmes plays Charval Jackson guitars
Steve Riley plays Tama Drums,
Paiste
in the face he won't fight back
Having that drip and she said she like that
Yeah I damn, she want me to pipe that
I'ma rockout, guitar
Jackson, finna
the band
On drums
On bass
Jackson on guitar
Harris on keys, whoa
Okay, special thanks to our bassist Matt, thank you so much, friend
Okay, finally
standing rule
Gateway drug
This newfound truth
c larger cell
Sight gone blind
cnd it's just fine
Every sense is stronger now
John Makarewicz- Drums
Jackson
on
I went strolling into Jackson
With my guitar in my hand
I went strolling into Jackson
With my band
I went strolling into Jackson
Just a-waiting for
Playin' the blues
T-Bone Walker, Guitar Slim
Little Son Jackson and
Frankie Lee Sims
Heaven done called
Another blues-stringer back home
Lord
Playin' the blues
T-Bone Walker, Guitar Slim
Little Son Jackson and
Frankie Lee Sims
Heaven done called
Another blues-stringer back home
Lord
Playin' the blues
T-Bone Walker, Guitar Slim
Little Son Jackson and
Frankie Lee Sims
Heaven done called
Another blues-stringer back home
Lord
hour margaritaville, like jimmy buffets
In the living room with a guitar
And Alan Jackson's on the grill
Here's to the Beach bums on the coast
by
Sometimes I remember back to Jackson Square
Me with my guitar and you dancing there
Well I hear voices calling I guess I better go
There's so much
Action. Jackson
Light Camera. Action. Action. Jackson
Light Camera. Action. Action. Jackson
This not a camera. This not a camera
This is guitar
I'm a star
Jackson
When I was the age of five
But chose this guitar
Now I'm broke and can't survive
I'm in the wrong business
I ain't lyin' 'Cause I stay hungry,
Now when I left out of Jackson
My baby was standin' in her do'
Now when I left out of Jackson
I rode that *M&O
Now, my baby like the Chevrolet
But I
jackson
When i was the age of five
But chose this guitar
Now i'm broke and can't survive
I'm in the wrong business
I ain't lyin'
'cause i stay hungry,
When I was young I used to turn up the bass and
Rock out to Billie Jean and Thriller in my basement
When Michael Jackson was a pop sensation
Every
me frown
I need some music from Guitar Town
Come on play me a country song
Now Garth Brooks, he is on top
Alan Jackson's got his own juke box
Bathed in gold, we were never gonna get old
Cos we were young, and full of shit
Like we had Michael Jackson's hits
Your girlfriend wants to play the bass
fell in love with your smile
And the band played Jackson Browne while we sat there and talked all night
And the whiskey we both threw down made you
the kitchen (kitchen)
One step up from the dudes doin' dishes
(dishes, dishes) i know I sound like a loser
But I'm smart with the arts
And guitars and computers
always wearing matching socks
Janet Jackson's dead
But Michael Jackson's not
To take it further
There has never been a rape or
Murder in the state
to Jackson Square
I met you on Decatur Street
With your little bare feet and your violin
I was walking by with my guitar in my hand
You smiled at me
Jackson sits there on the square
The one that bears his name
And every day you pass him by
He's begging for your change
He could have been a dancer
baby I'm gon say to you
You can drive through Mount Jackson
Down on to Edinburg but when you pass Rolling Hills Lane
I hope you think of me
(Guitar
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