Well, my daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze Now, I don't blame him
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
Lord, it's the same old thing Fiddle and guitar Where do we take it from here? Rhinestone suits new shiny car Well, It's been the same way for years It
m a rocker Everybody wants a little piece and they try to shoot me down Yeah, well I tell them to "sit on this" (huh) And take a spin around {chorus:} {guitar
tower Debbie's comin' in for a landin' Oh, put your head between your knees Caused by the vibrations of love They're about to shake me to pieces Shell
Now when I reached 21 I knew the time had come I had that old ramblin' itch Breaking little girls hearts I tore the world apart A guitar playin' son of a (guitar
think you've got the real thing He moved in for the long haul The '81 Hog, the guitar and all They got an apartment, a conversation piece But the
I spend most of my life with this guitar Playing my songs Playing the role of a juggler Hard and long My pieces of this puzzle my life I can't fit together
set eyes upon your face History would be rearranged And nothing would ever be the same? Who would believe that in my heart Is a piece of burning coal
his guitar. He would never know that I'm in pain, Waiting for a song that he can't play. I was confident the night we met, The moment was so strong. Like a piece
MET THE DEVIL BUT I NEVER MADE A DEAL I JUST THANK THE LORD FOR HANDS TO PLAY THE PIECE OF WOOD AND STEEL I'LL BE PLAYING THIS GUITAR TILL THE DAY I
Rednecks and the hippies, both are right at home Politicians, truck drivers, factory workers too You can be a cop out here don't matter what you do We gotta four piece
piece of plastic with a hole, ooh Play me Buy me and you play me then my plastic turns to gold Here we are together on your hi fi A little piece
hour. To be crucified. And for thirty silver pieces. For our sins he died. To wear the crown of thorns. It was his destiny. [guitar solo] To be crucified
Now you look away. Onto the horizon. Kneel and pray. You better pray for your life. Piece by piece. It all becomes clearer. Now the chains are off. And
t half as real Speaking their minds on how they feel Let them guitars blast for Ronnie and Neil Let them guitars blast for Ronnie and Neil Let them guitars
Michael in the band by that time, we are lucky having Roland in the band. And he's just doing great songs and great guitar work he's doing. And a good
for a bite to eat. Waffle house is still open right down the street. It's all on me I got plenty of cash. I might fight a grizzly bear for a piece of