I'm headed back to Macon Middle of the Georgia pines Gotta keep these big wheels rollin' To that sweet little thing of mine I gotta get back to Macon
Blue guitar, fortune of my ways Making of my days New chord, counting up the ways Happiness is lazy If you don't know the song If you can't put the words
I look at you all See the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps I look at the floor And I see it needs sweeping Still my guitar gently
if London burns I'll be standing on the beach with my guitar I want to be in a band when I get to heaven Anyone can play guitar and they won't be a nothing
guitar ain't mine to keep It's only mine for a while This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar
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Na na na na na na na na na na na (2x) Trigger pulled, got the fuel, ready to burn Looking hot, what we've got, we've had to earn (Oh Yeah) Guitar strapped
like a star..playing your candy guitar!! Still all eyes on you, your in the spotlight.. Having fun and feeling great, and you just love the sound of that guitar
Like how you get wild like the alcohol On the hood of my car, ghetto as you are Ghetto as you are, let me lay you back Listen to this hood guitar Now
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah *talking to himself*] Aiyo, what's wrong man? (Ain't na---, man Yo these niggaz over here frontin' on me and shit Talkin' bout
GUITAR PICKIN' MAN (Marshall Grant) « © '67 Perkins Publishing » Well I'm gonna start out walkin' just you wait and see Uh-huh guitar
amigo plays his blue guitar Ay ay, ay ay the moon is lonely Tomorrow I'll wonder where you are Manana morning my darling I'll be blue as amigo's guitar
CRYING STEEL GUITAR WALTZ (Shorty Long - Dolly Long) « © '52 copyright control » The steel guitar played that I met him and it played
This guitar is for sale, I'll let her go cheap She's pretty to look at but she don't earn her keep She can roar like the west wind, she can weep, she
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping Still my guitar gently
Makin' music on my guitar Got the same old story At them all night piers "There ain't no room around here for a guitar man We don't need a guitar man
