Lyrics:
you make music 'cause you carry a guitar,
But God help the troubadour who tries to be a star.
[Chorus]
Come on and play the chords of love, my
And I played my guitar
Through the night to the day
Turn, turn, turn again
And the only tune my guitar could play
Was "The Old Cruel Rain
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell
Go go
Go
Well I'm a write a little letter gonna mail it to my local DJ
Yes it's a jumpin' little record I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven I gotta
come alive
You got the chance of a lifetime
At the mall
I played awhile
Yeah, don't be sad
Lay low, lay low
They got me up to play
Then I dropped my
my liquor on my tombstone
Play my guitar by the setting sun
pour my liquor on my tombstone
Watch it burn as the sun falls down
Well, I'm sick
and I had to remove my hat
She's everything I need and love but I can't be swayed by that
It frightens me, the awful truth of how sweet life can be
But
to nailed her
Bitch, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons
And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar
Never have I hit
And fall apart in the seam
Tonight
That boy
Would play his guitar
Like he was ready for war
(You ready, K?)
(It's your man Nas here)
And then he'd
Hoverin' by my suitcase
Tryin' to find a warm place to spend the night
A heavy rain a fallin'
Seems I hear your voice callin'
"It's all right"
writers use
Not necessarily
Ours to choose
I tried to cure the block
Tried to cure it with the booze
Then along came Wrong to be my muse
Wrong put
Well I would if I could and if I got the chance make love to you right after the dance
We'll park by the river underneath the moon on my old guitar
the nights rolled by like headlights
Shining on a lonesome strip of tar
I kept his word of kindness close to me
Like a pick on my guitar
And we talked
always dreaming of a big back yard
All I ever wanted was a big back yard
Where me and my brothers could play our guitars
Gaze in wonder at the moon
Hoverin' by my suitcase
Tryin' to find a warm place to spend the night
A heavy rain a fallin'
Seems I hear your voice callin'
"It's all right"
Something to the tune of sittin' on the dock of the bay
Marvin gaye
Sounds of the city
Oh, I hear them all day
I like this bus
Me and my guitar
Goin'
and my emotions
This is where the allies bombed the school
They say by mistake
Here nobody takes me for a fool, just for a fake
Later at the hotel
the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar
I kept his word of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar
And we talked
and my emotions
This is where the allies bombed the school
They say by mistake
Here nobody takes me for a fool, just for a fake
Later at the hotel
a trip down the Charing Cross Road
With my imitation Gretsch guitar
And my head full of songs and my eyes full of stars
I saw a band called
Don't need you by my side
When it gets cold on a lonely night
Oh
I'm fighting wars and battles
Making friends with shadows
You used to be my muse but we
The sound that you're listening to
Is from my guitar that's named Lucille
I'm very crazy about Lucille, Lucille took me from the plantation
thought
so much darker too
Brick by brick (stone by stone)
be my muse (be my soul)
Say whatever you want in it boy
say what's wrong with you, paint that
songs, prick the daze away
the song seems sadder now but I can't escape
So I play along with you stuck in my veins
Like the sand in my guitar
Like the sand
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