me and my guitar, Life passed me by, left me here on my own, Just me and my guitar, All along I've been told, over and over again, How to run my life
And strumming my old guitar Here we go, just we three Oh, how happy we will be I'll hook my ladder to a silver star And climb with you and my old guitar
d ever lose you again. Well you never did like this old guitar, did you darling? 'Cause the guitar takes your man away from you One day I'll write a song for you
Translation: Snow, Hank. You And My Old Guitar.
Translation: Williamson, John. You And My Guitar.
guitar though i just cant seem to forget you not ever just as long as i left you your my baby,you never made it through to you if i were the last girl and
boy is mine Baby, you'll be famous Chase you down until you love me Papa-paparazzi I'll be your girl Backstage at your show Velvet ropes and guitars Yeah, 'cause you
' about My cool Nebraska guy Yeah somethin' about Baby you and I You and I, You you and I, You you and I, You you and I, You and I You you and
love you. You and I, You you and I Baby I'd rather die Without you and I. You and I, You you and I Nebraska I'd rather die Without you and I
of your Neil Young, guitar, guitar No I just can't seem to forget you Not ever just as long as I left you Your my baby, you Never made it through to you
alive, did you forget everything we ever had did you forget about me Did you regret (did you regret) ever standing by my side did you forget (did you
you how the guitar feel And I could care less how ya'll feel I got a flow to make a bitch do a cartwheel This is that good, just puff it and relax, bro And
, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nail done, hair done Everything did Nails done, hair done Everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you
fire was burning And flickering light Your body swayed As I played my guitar I don't know your name I don't know where you are Gipsy girl you tantalise
Say my name and his in the same breath I dare you to say they taste the same Let the leaves fall off in the summer And let December glow feel flames
-dee-doo-dah! Zip-a-dee-ay! Wonderful feeling Feeling this way Woo You go guitar! Oh, Mr. Bluebird on my shoulder (Isn't he cute?) It's the truth, it's actual And everything, and everything And
