blowin' Oh, play your guitar, baby Play your guitar, baby, Get me off this farm, baby, take me away... And apart from all this crap there is some peace
plain You are my shelter from the pouring rain You were my comfort even before the pain I can hear the sound of five drummers in the wind Leaves blowing in the breeze, ring out like guitars
Oh, oh, oh Give me my guitar Give me a bright star Give me some good news Give me some cute shoes Give me Atlanta Give me Savannah Give me my peace of
You are my shelter, from the pouring rain You were my comfort, even before the pain I can hear the sound of five drummers in the wind Leaves blowing in the breeze, ring out like guitars
straight into the face of time Like a storm wind that will ring the freedom bell For peace of mind Let your balalaika sing What my guitar wants to say
hoo, Hey! "Catchy, huh? Yeah, I thought you'd enjoy that! But no time to linger in South America, For I hear by the sound of the slide guitar, That
is I feel better when I sing Burdens are lifted from me That's my voice rising So Michael, please keep the tape rolling Boys keep strumming those guitars
back It's that local janky-ass junkyard funk kickin Purse-snatchin car-jackin Ripple-sippin 187, with the world I got beef And I don't wanna hear no talk about peace
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
young again And hear your sister's voice calling us home Across the open yards Well maybe we'll cut someplace of own With these drums and these guitars
Happiness and peace Is getting more and more out of my reach Violence and revolution Seems to be all that the people wanna preach You're gunning down
go 15 more Three-fourths of every store has only rap on their racks Rap force goin' strong, on and on Take a few seconds, to say peace to Sarah Vaughn
Wake the dead(x8) Get up! Rest in peace?! What?! Fuck that! Jump with the boom! Rest in pandemonium bitch In fact don't even rest, get the fuck up and
'd give to be a country girl again [ guitar ] To go walking down a country road at sunset And see colors you can almost touch right over head To hear the gentle breeze of peace
it's ashes to ashes your hopes and dreams are carried away like many before you ..it's your final hour [the guitar solo] protest alone or begging for peace
Check this out ya dig? You've vome to the last and final record Toxic gettin' crunk on you hoes My nigga KX-Zilla, Steve the guitar man droppin' the rhythm
and fog Through the day that's done There was strength there There was hope alive There were strings of peace From the other side There were strings of peace
