The first time I held your hand I knew I was a lucky man Felt like God forgave me Of all my wrongs I keep tellin' myself That I'm heaven bound Sometimes
You don't have to keep me on no chain I come a-runnin' when I hear you call my name I must not be too hard to train Took you no time at all Oh, you don
We fell in love and you threw it away You're lookin' for that perfect thing to say You're no good with words, well, that's okay That's why I write songs
may tell you It's been this way for years I play my red guitar It's the devil in the flesh It's the iron in my soul I play my red guitar It's the devil
house with me? i'll make you a cppa tea no there's no-one there it's all right there all gone off tonight to a social in castlebar d'ya wanna here my guitar
Watching the world from our window of life Can we see all there is that is real, that is right? To the distance so far from our true understanding Making
Save me a place in the heart of your hearts When you think of love never forsake me Wanting and dreaming you each time I think of you Lying naked beside
She sees me, she understands She helps with all of my fears When we stand together for life Who will hold a child in her arms She reaches out, so many
a man like my Johnny Like the one they call Johnny Guitar There was never a man like my Johnny Like the one they call Johnny Guitar Play it again, Johnny Guitar
of his sad old broken heart Just like there's a ghost in this guitar, a ghost in this guitar Take a listen to the ghost in this guitar
If I could play the guitar I would busk in all the cities of the world I could be amongst the people who walk by Little piece in the puzzle of their lives
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Babylon And found out that the pie don't taste so sweet Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music And lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yeah, my guitars
may say too much. Then I'll begin to plead and I'll begin to pray, And show the fool I am and she'll just run away. Chorus: I turn to my guitar and
Guitarra del Meson que hoy suenas jota, manana petenera, segun quien llega y tane, las empolvadas cuerdas. Guitarra del Meson de los caminos no fuiste
She gave me an old guitar She said teach yourself to play You've been lookin kind of bored Maybe this will fill your days She went out and I stayed in
guitar bled for about a week afterwards and the blood was ooh... dark and rich like wild berries. The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red! The guitar
ive go your picture in my guitar case. i guess that im just a hopeless case. but just in case you can call me on the telephone. you know that i will always