All pumped up, this is your big show. The bands all ready, ready to roll. The light comes on. You hear you name, its now or never... but your looking
Got a few cars in my garage, still I like to ride them old schools How them gangstas do, yeah, yeah And I keep it way pimpin' on true and vogues Ridin
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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
[ Don Rich - guitar ]
Well I always wanted to be a star so I bought me a big round hole guitar All of my friends said you'll go far a pickin' that big round hole guitar Well
[ Tom Brumley - steel + Don Rich - fiddle ]
That was the last time I ever saw her Through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows I walked past and kept on walking And lit a smoke with my hands shaking
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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
I happened to walk into a honky tonk one night down in New Orleans Up above the bar hung a big guitar like none I'd ever seen The neck was set with diamonds
There's a guy singing in the edge of the room Making sounds through a face like a prune He's got them fancy checkered pants And a chip in his tooth, oh
You've been with me A year to the day Three-hundred and sixty-five days Watching me decay We used to talk about girls who play guitars We used to talk
Daddy Frank played the guitar and the french harp Sister played the ringing tambourine Mama couldn't hear our pretty music She read our lips and helped
key of g or a your choice when the wagons leave the city for the forest and further on painted wagons of the morning,dusty roads where they have gone
The steel guitar played that I met him and it played the night I lost him Yes you drove him to another with your sweet Hawaiian chimes I know your sorry
