See the fight, old men crying, deny their ruin. Watch them try. The cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes. Darkness falls, curtain calls, the cynic
Rockman Rock Plays electric guitar Takes a trip in his super car Stars in his hair, shine through the night Secrets he keeps are out of sight Rockman
'Cause I'm an adult now, I'm an adult now I've got the problems of an adult On my head and on my shoulders I'm an adult now I can't even look at young
she'll dance with me, And such a sight you'll never see, Te - rese, annette and jole` - blon, Will all be there at ba - you pon pon. It's a jamboree at
I play in a band We're the best in the land We're big in both Chelsey & France. I play one mean guitar & then score at the bar There's a line o'chicks
I will hear will just bring sadness to my ear Cause there'll be tears at the Grand Ole Opry tonight [ fiddle - guitar ] Cause there'll be tears at the
that guitar Girls with guitars (She wasn't any debutante) Girls with guitars (She didn't go out for cheer leading) Girls with guitars (Boys are kind
At the moment the music began And you heard the guitar player starting to sing You were filled with the beauty that ran Through what you were imagining
funny My nose is red and the braces didn't work at all They say the clothes I wear are all out of fashion I don't fit in and should be shopping at a
On Sunday after church there'd always be a picnic There'd be kinfolks callin' until dawn Me I'd play the guitar and my Uncle Merle would sing And grandpa
gigs in sight No bright white-hot spotlight But everybody knew that I was Alive 'n' Kickin' Got in a battle of the bands when I stole my big brother's guitar
have to eat at all Cause, life feeds on, life feeds on Life feeds on, life feeds on, life feeds on Look at me now Look at me now Look at me now I'm
her at a Baptist church in Tennessee She was lookin' for someone, I was prayin' it was me Naw, she never thought she'd fall in love with a guitar man
Now, I'm sure you're all aware that this week is national gall-bladder week. so as sort of an educational feature at this point I thought I would acquaint
little will spill on you The dark don't lie And dreams come true Could be a few will see you through Old lady Rose, lookin' down her nose At lonely
Play that song again And go to hell when you die Wave goodbye at you As you tune your guitars And they played and you watched And you yelled at the
high ha Well it may be outta sight and I can't see it it may be outta sight and I can't see it It may be outta sight and I can't see it I guess the reason
My father he's in prison he's lost his sight they say I'm going to beg his pardon this cold December day [ ac.guitar ] My mother's daily sewing to try