Lyrics:
Guitar Folk Song

field Used to be filled with burley t'bacca Now he knows it never will My brother's found work in Indiana Sister's a nurse at the old folks home Mama

while before I'm ready But I'm gonna be up on that stage someday I could easily write a whole song about the licks that guitar man was pickin' I could

and I traveled far just a pickin' that big round hole guitar Pickin' that big round hole guitar But I wound up workin' in a local bar pickin' that big round hole guitar

It's all hip hop to me. It's all hip-hop to me) VERSE 2 Paul (and Toby) (And I'm a grab my guitar) (And play you this song) (And all the people come

you might as well be walkin' on the sun Twenty-five years ago, they spoke out and they broke out Of recession and oppression and together they toked And they folked out with guitars

us free Up on the mountain, down in the valley Living' on sweet vibrations, some folks call it love Up on the mountain, down in the valley Living on sweet vibrations, some folks

t half as real Speaking their minds on how they feel Let them guitars blast for Ronnie and Neil Let them guitars blast for Ronnie and Neil Let them guitars

do a little song for yall, bout where I come from, the way I see it, I brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me, he's gunna play a lil guitar

One type of song that has come into increasing prominence in recent months is the folk-song of protest. you have to admire people who sing these songs