When I don't know how I'll get through I ask myself what would Willie do What would Willie do, well he'd travel so far with nothing but a song and his old guitar
kept me striving for the mission When I was down for the count, falling out of commission I can hear your voice now screaming out "Son, listen Get on
name Cuz I got the slang to make the chitty bang bang Bidi Bidi Bom Bom, Bidi Bidi Bom Bom That's when I asked Melissa, "What's that song?" She said, "
still in my biological prime If nobody listens then who's gonna hear? If nobody listens, will we disappear? You flip a man a quarter Playing songs on his guitar
I found myself a standing in the Country Hall of Fame My heart beat somewhat faster as I walked in through the door For I heard the sound of voices I
't wanna die Many have gone, can you remember any song? Those who have passed, their passion lives on A voice of reason injected into my soul A clash of guitars
Meet me at midnight At the broadcast tower High above the Hollywood sign You bring your guitar and I'll bring my radio, radio Everyone will come from
we learned some tunes and wrote some songs And we bought ourselves a drum machine to keep the beat strong Well we bought the Irish people, the Echo and the Voice
song A new generation will be born Rock n roll will never die It's anger and it's vile Join the punk and represent The voice of America proud to defend
Well he's a big star now But I've been a fan of his for years The way he sings and plays guitar Still brings me to tears I wouldn't want to be a big
Wyclef Jean - Million Voices African Chorus throughout song: ----------------------------------- Ni ryari izuba, Rizagaruka, Hejuru yacu, Ni nd' uzaricyeza
trapped bird she looks out at the stars when she writes songs on that guitar. And every song you write without me, just another sad song to me. And every song
it down To a fine art on Sunday, in a sleepy Sunday town. I wonder what I?m missing, think of songs I?ve never heard I?m dreaming of your voices, and
for a ride Need my best friend by my side Anywhere feels quite alright To sing our songs into the night Sometimes I need to break free Therec?? a voice
out my guitar and strum all my dreams It's somewhere around here I know Don't let me chase rainbows that don't would have an end There must be a song
No, I couldn't tell you what the hell those brakes were for I was just trying to hear my song Jimmy found his own sweet sound and won that free guitar
wields his bow I believe when the arrow finds its mark, it pierces the soul Three songs for a quarter each time I open my case Four chords and a voice
have the power in their hands To venture out across the lands Guitars loud and voices proud No one can crush the wall of sound Rebels armed with song