every note The endless tapes Of every word you wrote Real live bleeding fingers And broken guitar strings Real live bleeding fingers And broken guitar strings
I heard a rumor You're making history Photographic dialogues Beneath your skin Pornographic episodes Screaming sin 'Til its real live bleeding fingers Broken guitar strings
mystery I heard a rumor You're making history Photographic dialogues Beneath your skin Pornographic episodes Screaming sin 'Til its real live bleeding fingers Broken guitar strings
I heard your voice at midnight By the river shore I saw your child sleeping Behind an open door The moon was in the river Shining up from the floor And
Translation: Price, Kenny. Six String Guitar.
give me six strings and a half stACK. And you can keep the cars Leave me the garage And all I.. Yes all I need are keys and guitars And its with in 30
Roll into town, step off the bus Shake off the where you came from dust Grab you guitar, walk down the street Sign says Nashville, Tennessee But I have
have tonight But 'til the morning sun, you're mine, all mine Play the music low And sway to the rhythm of love Well, my heart beats like a drum, guitar string
i would be like i aint gattin service in your area u be like nigga get your bars up i just string you along like i was tuning guitars up i know that
I never saw your evil start You used to be what I would live for But then you went and slapped my heart The promises that you promised are about as real as an air guitar
girl, My heart says follow t'rough. But I know, now, that I'm way down on your line, But the waitin' feel is fine: So don't treat me like a puppet on a string
rock, rock band Shorty, get ready for me, lay up on my king size bed Let me rock ya, let me rock ya, like a rock, rock band I'mma be Jimmy on the guitar
You Can Play In My Band I Can Teach You Guitar Here's Ya Backstage Pass Let Me Make You A Star (Hook x4) Let It Loose Now (Lil' Wayne Verse) Guitar
All the years combine They melt into a dream A broken angel sings from a guitar In the end, there's just a song Comes crying like the wind Through all
not judged Jacks, Kings and Aces, their faces in wine Do Lord deliver our kind? From singin' for whiskey, three strings on a fiddle Four on the guitar
an hour would change your strings and tuned up Sizing the room up, checkin' the bar Local girl's unspoken conversation Misinformation plays guitar They
Maladies, melodies Allergies to dust and grain Maladies, remedies Still these allergies remain My hands can't touch a guitar string My fingers just burn
pole, shove the other in a bag With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job The daytime crap of the folksinger slob He hung himself with a guitar string
