Lyrics:
my day complete.
Chorus:
Play guitar, strum along,
Sing with me, our happy song,
Every chord, a joy to share,
Play guitar, music everywhere.
Verse 2:
brown shirts
That was when I got a clue!
I let a fascist play my guitar
I let a fascist play my guitar
I let a fascist play my guitar
I let a fascist play
lived a country boy name Johnny B goode
Who never ever learned to read
Or write so well
But he could play the guitar
Like ringing a bell
Go go, go Johnny
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin and change all around
I pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees
easy to play, what unbeatable sound
Paid twenty bucks and grabbed his guitar
Still be a steal at ten times the dough
It was amazing how a mere beginner
guitar is that you can play whatever you want.
And uh, you can play songs that you wrote
or you can play songs that other people wrote
or you can play
to face
But there's a little bit of Emma Jean in every song I play
She passed along these hopes and dreams cradled in my arms
And I am just a guardian
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
of the road keep travelin' on
Every mile a ragged woe
Kings on the road keep smiling on
Play the guitar and sing the blues and cry
Play the guitar and sing
at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
The change, it had to come
We
one by one
Strings of your guitar
Play me a sweet melody
A sad memory
Still so near
Sing to bring me back my cheer
She made perfume in the back of the room
While me and my group, we'd sit out on the stoop
And we'd play for her the songs she liked best to have us
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode
That never ever learned to read and write so well
But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell
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
learned to play
For my thirteenth birthday, grandma bought the guitar
Told me I should learn how to play
And the gift she gave me changed me
'Cause
of masses
No great pretender, not me, yeah yeah
'Cause I can play this guitar
Hangin' round my neck
I'm in love with its power
I believe in its strength
as the blind man finished
And was bent to put his guitar away.
The old man heard him and said, "Who are you?"
"I'm the kid you're gonna teach to play
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constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
I pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I'll get on my knees
play by my guitar
We could spend some time on a submarine
Had your photograph on my tv screen
You can play by my guitar
We could spend some time
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"
where the lights're bright and gay
And while the sun shines I'll be a makin' hay
I'm gonna live it up...
[ steel - guitar ]
Well you've had me by the nose
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"
lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode...
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.
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