out from my head to my toe Whoa is me Im so whoa Everywhere I go Im a one man show I feel like a Hollywood star Hand full of pills, all black car Rock guitar
Well, I bet your wife is beautiful And you're a really big so-and-so Well, I'm not doing bad myself Hey, friend don't you know? I play guitar And I sing
always gonna be disadvantaged But soon come, it soon come, ya soon done Ya start run, you stumble, we catch one In the rhythm, Santana lick the guits
time of day Not turn away If I woulda been the one to maybe go this far He might have stayed at home Playing angry chords on his guitar He's not invisible
For Hate, it doesn't sound so slow...) The lineup was Greg Graffin (vocals), Greg Hetson (guitars), Tim Gallegos (bass), and Pete Finestone (drums). Sequence: Yesterday
i doing up no idea but catch a wiff of my fingers and you can still smell susan smell like a ashtray breath stinking of liquor pocket full of change and yesterdays
got too old to jump up and down (up and down) (so then what happened?) So he put the mic down and picked the guitar up (picked the guitar up) (and
I remember every little thing As if it happened only yesterday I was barely seventeen And I once killed a boy with a Fender guitar I don't remember
sweet and kind For old time sake I'm asking you to think of me some day And let's say goodbye like we said hello in a friendly kind of way [ guitar ]
fork There's a Minstrel Parade on TV Let the lights glow, an excellent reason To stay home tonight Oh, the old men wave their canes They have yesterday
By Richard Dobson I CAN FEEL YOUR ARMS AROUND ME LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY I CAN FEEL YOUR HEARING NEXT TO ME AND HEAR YOUR LAUGHTER GAY YOU TRIED TO TELL
I'm walkin' through the summer nights The jukebox playin' low Yesterday everything was goin' too fast Today it's movin' too slow I got no place left
(organ & guitar) There's a sad, sad day, ha! For me up ahead I saw this stone woman Lyin' in my bed Last night I saw my dreams Torn in half I saw my
a cold wind blow Worked real hard most all of my life Bought a farmhouse out in the sticks Set by the fire most every night Working on my guitar licks
(myles goodwyn) Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi He rocked his way through yesterday, lord he thought he had a chance He played guitar and wrote
like an old guitar Playin' a Gosdin song In a smoky bar That's what turns me on, yeah If that makes me a little old school Go ahead and call me yesterday
Traffic stops. Clocks tick, tock. A victim 's asking for the road to Knock. There's a crowd of boys at Sugar's door, Like yesterday and the day before
I've got my souvenirs that's one thing you can't take away I've got all my memories of yesterday Though you've gone and left me here to cry these tears