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
Telephone girl talkin' to her mother's voice Yet she knows these days will soon be gone Cadillac crews take the band away tonight Ain't it funny how the
blue day and the water is cold in East River Bay Water is cold in East River Bay [ guitar ] Standing by the long steal rail looking far below I've heard the voice
the headrest Who would be a big mess, trust me drew it, without rap I'd be saying this here in country music. We be no stars, imagine B-Boying over acoustic guitars
strike The guitar bled for about a week afterward And the blood was so dark and rich, like wild berries The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red
Hoverin' by my suitcase Tryin' to find a warm place to spend the night Heavy rain fallin' Seems I hear your voice callin' it's all right A rainy night
'm makin' some noise, I been a worried boy Up at the top of my voice Sayin', "Look at me mama I'm makin' some noise" From across the Canyon a guitar
fall Now my friends if you desire you may join the heavenly choir And rejoice with him free from every sin when he sets this world on fire [ guitar ] You have heard his voice
Have you ever been awaken by the crowing of a rooster While the night's dew is still heavy on the ground And the voice of Uncle Ben seems to break the
(Voice) Im gonna say that you wit it Twista: Christina Milian makin millions, yall I think that you fulfilled it (Twista) Your boy Twista in the
ball A voice said, "I'm your fairy manager You shall play the Carnegie hall" I gotta give up my day job To become a heartthrob I may go far if I smash my guitar
No, I couldn't tell you what the hell those brakes were for I was just trying to hear my song Jimmy found his own sweet sound and won that free guitar
hop to me alright (It's all hip-hop to me. It's all hip-hop to me) It's all hip-hop to me (I'm a grab my guitar) (It's all hip hop to me. It's all
Music so sweet so rich and complete Like the voice of an angel It ministers to me Chorus: A love song Beautiful Song A Love Song Sweet Simple Song Guitar
and on and on And it goes on, yeah, yeah, yeah Make sure your guitars are loud, loud enough to move the crowd And feedback is essential So that my voice
'em all on a freight There was a million dollar reward For me in each and every state The sheriff says, ?Your name's Stevie 'Guitar' Miller,? in a very deep voice
Keep on bringing me down? Keep on bringing me down Keep on bringing me down It's 5 p.m. and I'm still locked in And my guitar's tuned wrong, my voice
to man And then the leaves became a thousand tears I was on my knees in a crazy house of mirrors Couldn't find my face but a voice was drawing nearer