I thought Jack Daniels Was the workin' man's tea It was the window To the life I used to lean I used to ramble Like a feather in the breeze But nowadays
Well, I hope that the friend You've thrown yourself with Gets drunk and loses his job And that the road you're travellin' on Gets dusty, rocky and hard
I was pourin' out my troubles To a stranger in a bar Of the problems and the pressures On a country music star Half braggin', half complainin' 'Bout
the whole world is fightin' The sun might be shinin' But even the skies are blue These are hard days Heavy old hard days Dead string guitar days And
The three little pigs have done built up their homes And the wolf has been chased from the door And little Bo Peep has done found all her sheep And now
Well, I pulled off the gravel with my California dreams Leavin' everything I ever loved behind Well, I left Alabama but it never once left me And it's
Don't look so sad I know it's over But life goes on And this old world Will keep on turnin' Let's just be glad We had some time to spend together There
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
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