Letter from the county farm, letter from the county farm And the wind it has been blowin' Its been blowin' so strong They're afraid to raise the flag '
Spanish Harlem She livin' a life just like a movie star Oh Maria, Maria She fell in love in East L.A. To the sounds of the guitar yeah yeah Played by
JE, y'all Yeah, I like that Let the guitar play right there First verse Can't believe, can't believe, can't believe That you chose me when I know you
just so good together Look at how we harmonize Girl, we're like the perfect melody that keeps getting better We can stand the test of time All we had were letters
search on your name and came up with 1 result- It was your computer, you're a loser Lame, your screen name pseudo hip-hop sounding lingo mixed up lowercase/capital letters
waiting for so long I wanna go home I wanna go home oh Lord I wanna go home [ guitar ] Now the homefolks think I'm big in Detroit City From the letters
Edgar Allan Poe But since I'm a ne-gro, I flows like Maya Ange-lou No banja-lo was played, I means banjo betrayed so the guitar, had to take the bitch
past time just making me blue Last week was the last time I cried for you [ fiddle - guitar ] Seven hankies blue I filled with my tears seven letters
in love again Makes me wanna go home where I can feel free to take a walk And understand people when they talk I got a letter from home Makes me wanna go home [ ac.guitar
And another ex-wife I got a rock n roll house I got a rock n roll car I play the shit out the drums And I can play the guitar I got a kid in New York
Person To Person 2:20 Little Willie John (Singleton, McRae) Recorded Jun 13, 1957 King Single #5091 With Kelly Owens-piano, Skeeter Best-guitar, Carl
(P. Lynott & J. Bain) Dear Miss Lonely Hearts I had to write this letter To tell you how I came to meet her She was sweet but I dated her sister That
Here comes the pocket Reduced through history to just a crawl History turns the tall into the small But natural born trawlers love to trawl And the guitar
out my dream, people still sleepin' The best night of your life, but we do this every weekend life couldn't get better, I hope it lasts forever When I spit my verse they gon' remember every letter
tell me what you've seen Ivory clouds in a sea of blue, fields of endless green But we lie here and we search for stars Or big bad letters all the way
re just so good together Look at how we harmonize Girl, we're like the perfect melody that keeps getting better We can stand the test of time All we had were letters
I loved you so All these these things're burned into my memories The souvenirs that you can't take away from me I've got my souvenirs... [ guitar ] I keep your letters
I just received your letter oh I've waited darling for so long to hear from you And you say you love me but you want to know dear if I've been untrue
