the midnight oil But if I see you out somewhere You might think that I don't care I love my guitar I love my guitar I love my guitar I love my guitar
Ohio was a riverbank A ten speed laying in the weeds Cannonball off an old rope swing Long, long summer days Tennessee was a guitar First big dream of
wait for the springtime in Spain My love A beautful being's so sad and so strong You gave me a story you gave me a song When he played is guitar she
a K, yeah them niggaz are hard Harder than a nigga trying to impress God We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling your card And still take my guitar
biker coming home Whoa! [Guitar solo] We rode into the foothills, Bobby brought the gasoline We stood around the circle as she lit up the ravine The spring
Goin' down to Lillian's Music Store To buy a black diamond string Gonna wind it up on my guitar Gonna make that silver sing Like it was Dreamville A
where I slowly close my eyes and say, "I'm too drunk for this" Yeah, I'm too drunk for this Makeshift we are, 'Weaklings Make Trouble' you played on your guitar
'Piano' Smith & The Clowns Bobby Marchan lead vocal, Bob Isbell - vocal bass Musicians: Huey - piano, Lee Allen - sax Earl King - guitar, Charles Williams
The Rockin's Good 2:17 Little Willie John (Kennedy) Recorded NYC Jun 11, 1958 King Single #5142 With Ernie Hayes-piano, George Barnis & Kenny Burrel-guitar
no particular spell Dreaming of the mountains where the children learn the stars Clouds roll in from Nebraska dark chords on a big guitar My restlessness
'Ring of Fire' As he walks up and stands there by the stage And he says ?Hell yeah, turn it up, right on Hell yeah, sounds good, sing that song Guitar
I was locked all day, in the summer heat, in a small brown house, in suburban street, with a skateboard and my shit guitar, i'd dream all day that
New York swinging Paris springing Hamburg winging London ringing LA singing Sofia stinging Venice spinning Singapore slinging Dreams are plenty More
, he's riding on a sonic wave Defining a modern pose Arriving in the status age I watched the animal grace Stir in his painted eyes And spring into life
My driftin' mem'ry goes back to the spring of '43 When I was just a child in mama's arms My daddy plowed the ground and prayed that some day we could
I, we're gonna leave this little town Find a bigger city, go and settle down Finally have the chance to see our dreams Come springing into life You sold your guitar
flop skipity hop, Back to Fraggle Rock. Mokey took a stick and she banged bars. Red started rockin' till she seen stars. Boober blew a harp like a wild thing. Got myself a guitar
Sittin' on the front porch waitin' on the moon Talkin' to my neighbor next door ain't never ever very much fun Go get my car and my guitar, ride through