Lyrics:
Sounds Of Bells Guitar

Down in a local bar Out on the Boulevard The sound of an old guitar Is saving you from sinking It's a long way down, It's a long way Back like you

. Leave whimpering dog in his cold kennel. Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal. Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today. Leave the sad guitar

By kickin' dollars straight to Hollis I'm off the ground B I never heard of such where niggaz stand and I fell I'm doin' years with this career like Patti La-Belle

Belle of the Boulevard Please hold on, it's alright Please hold on, it's alright Please hold on Down in a local bar out on the boulevard The sound of an old guitar

Man in black comes around Blacks the light Blacks the sound Fear the thought of it never ever coming back Leave the shift to the round Open up your

of sounding somewhat bold Those red hot objects of love Can get you burned So banish guitars playing sweet melodies And then please murder the birds and the bees Unring the bells

Well, Northern Georgia, highway 41 Beside the carpet mills and the gas stations There was a music store slash radio shack With the sound of dreamers jammin

the star crossed dry room Gotta run can wait I'll die soon Gonna turn my amplifier on Like a bell Ooh calms me down The guitar Sound Running down to

odds in the game defy you Try your best to win them all and one day time will tell when you?re the one that?s standing there you?ll reach the final bell