Lyrics:
a back
Each can play guitar, cause those bands a saluting
Everyday someone forments these drive-by shootings
Will there ever be peace on the Earth
With
cannot explain
Pulsate from my soul through my brain
In a Spanish guitar
To play on a Spanish guitar
With the sun shining down where you are
BAR ROOM DAYS
Words and Music by Nick Evans Mowery/BMI
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TAKE ME BACK TO THE BAR ROOMS DAYS
WHERE A BLUES MAN CAN TAKE HIS GUITAR
My guitar swum, in the muddy waters
drank beers, made of brown sugar
swung by the neck, and been through the fire
(pause) not too bad, for 6 pieces
and Guitars
Verse 3
Go ahead - make my day
The sight of thirty-eights will blow you away
Feel the curves of her body as you slide up her neck
Practice makes
I’ve got nowhere else to go
But down
So far down
Held together by a rusty set of strings
I can’t fall down
So I don’t look down
I just pick up my guitar
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
really a prism i guess
It just broke in a funny way
I found it on my way from texas
Headed for l.a.
This guitar was given me
By old man thomas gray
It’s me and my guitar like a boogie
Got this weed make you high like a roofie
Shit got me flying I’m woozy
You liking on me girl I see you looking
Won’t
my guitar
Doesn't matter how far
And I will play, I'll play to the stars
Happy in the cold world, on my side there's a pretty girl
There's one, one,
song’s nearly sung
And my regrets, well I can say I have none
But will you still love me
Wherever I go
No matter how far
Now I’m too old to play my guitar
guitar flashy, like my old country greats
And im about tru lovin, i aint about that hate
I get by with with I got and I aint askin around
Shoes glued
Ray's guitar broke. No, we won't play Rawhide, won't play anything.
We'll play the theme from the Dinah Shore show.
Who wants to be Dinah Shore?
my spot is hidden
Red light, green light, passing by just hoping for collisions yea
Get up out my way, yea get up out my business now
I ain't trynna
tape the Beatles' first
Experience of using an eight track
Recording at Abbey Road was during a
Session on 3rd September for 'While
My Guitar Gently
hands on
One of them brand-new old guitars, a brand-new old guitar
Once it's mine
Gonna play it all the time
With my band
By my side
Gonna drive that
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
a fish on a great big stick
Guitar player does not need a computer
To sing or play a lick
Fellow he would not last one day
Unless I taught him the island
music
Cause you carry your guitar
God help the troubadour
Who tries to be a star
[Chorus]
So play the chords of love my friend
Play the chords
‘bout this place
Lord don’t ever let me leave again
Grab a cold one by the lake
On a perfect summer day
Now I’ll just grab my old guitar and play
In
land
That was ruled by a cricket and a king
But a pauper's son would one day come
From twenty-five Upton Green
And there everyday was a place to play
you. This is my guitar, but it's not gently weeping
She's not there, she's not there. My baby went home
And I couldn't find her comb, so I went back
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
better than him
You know and I try to play keyboards
You know
Fuck that guitar playin' son of a bitch
Can suck my muthafuckin' dick
Luc? Luc Van
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