Lyrics:
He plays his song
One more reason
It's simply what he loves
A musician, the musician
He plays his song
One more reason
It's simply what he loves
A musician, the musician
musician
Rock 'n' roll or folk group star
A philharmonic orchestra
Everything comes the same to him
He is a session man
A chord progression
A top
musician
Rock 'n' roll or folk group star
A philharmonic orchestra
Everything comes the same to him
He is a session man
A chord progression
A top
a legend in his own time
Somewhere round about 1934
He formed the group called the Texas Playboys
With the help of these original musicians
On this album
close my eyes, and look at him,
Victor should have been a jazz musician,
I said to myself, Victor should have been a jazz musician,
I looked at his
Now that old piano player knew
There were other musicians in that crowd
And one by one he brought them up
And the music, it got loud
I am a studio musician
We've never met
But you know me well
I am the English horn
Who plays the poignant counter-nine
Upon the song you heard
around
I played what they set down
I'm a working musician
Living from week to week
I'm the voice through each empty men
Tried to speak
A studio
Release from young russian musician Flix Gribv.
Jane is a groupee, ah
Jane makes whoopee, ah
She's got a thing for the guys in the band
Every musician's biggest fan
She claps her hands without
Hungry musicians
Hungry musicians
Hungry musicians
Hungry musicians
When you're jamming on the street with no cheddar by your feet, you're
a song of the lonely wandering musician
I'm telling you, ain't nothing you can do to change my way
No, no, no, no, no
Ain't no way gonna make me think
Selling out everyday
I'm backing up and disavow the stuff I used to say
Bearing with nothing but disdain
I'm a musician musician
I'm a musician
Pyramids, healing wires, a musician's fame
I volunteered you my eyes
In place of facing me
Oh Hitler, in a robe of truth
My emptiness has built your
When I was fifteen, sixteen
When I started really to play guitar
I definitely wanted to become a musician
It was almost impossible because, it was
When I was fifteen, sixteen
When I started really to play guitar
I definitely wanted to become a musician
It was almost impossible because, it was
Poet and musician sing the same old tune
To the sweethearts that come and go
Let your intuition aided by the moon
Tell you little things the poet
He has a musician's sadness
Even in the songs that make people smile
A musician's sadness
Man can he make 'em cry
He has a musician's longing
Ah the blues
The ball and chain that is 'round every English musician's leg
In fact every musician's leg
Tryin' to kick it off baby?
No no.
Lonely musician.
With a music ambition
To create the next big hit song
That fills the floor in every club
Who sits alone in her apartment
And is
the gift of music...
Musicians hip,
It must be well used for the gift of humanity
Got a no string guitar
Got a sun beta head
I'm a rock n roll star
I ain't no musician some thing
Are stranger than fishin
Know a beat on a drum
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