Electric Guitars Come In Loudly) Somewhere we went wrong we were once so strong our love is like a song you can't forget it at all (Electric guitars
our neighbors as long time back They lived right down the road from us In a shack just like our shack We worked in the fields together And we learned
don't know me from Adam But these hand prints on the front steps are mine Up those stairs in that little back bedroom Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
and all the bling Wishing he could have those things But to him it seems like a dream No he never had a fancy car Never learned to play guitar But still
guitar He lived every line that he?s ever sung He made believers to all that said it couldn?t be done He worked on his chops eight hours a day While learning
, start a band Start a band, scrape up some money Buy a van, learn "Free Bird" and "Ramblin' Man" Never buy another beer again! So get you a guitar an' learn
he comes and he's gone again Pretty lady ain't got no friend Till the Candyman comes around again I come in from Memphis where I, I learned to talk
I was born in a flatland, USA And all my dreams led me to L.A. Another chase of rags to riches I learned to throw some fancy pitches I found out what
cabin made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar like
sleeps too low Me and my companion, famous Jack O'Lanterns Tracked the misty mountain through the snow Ran across the hidden chord, couldn't learn the
earth and wood Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode He never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play the guitar just like
toes It really just depends on whatever feels good to my soul I'm not the average girl from your video And I ain't built like a supermodel But I learned
a K, yeah them niggaz are hard Harder than a nigga trying to impress God We'll pull your're whole deck, fuck pulling your card And still take my guitar
and so-old you I look at the world And I notice it's turning While my guitar gently weeps (With) every mistake We must surely be learning Still my guitar
of my goals I do this for the love of music Not for the glitter and gold Got everything that I prayed for Even a little more When I asked to learn humility
And I heard the sound of a Capella groups, yeah It's late in the evening And all the girls out on the stoops, yeah Well I learned to play some lead guitar
just depends on whatever feels god n my soul (Chorus) I'm not the average girl from your video And I aint built like super model But I learn to love
m having a private party Ain't nobody here but Me and my angels and my guitar singin' Baby, look how far we've come here I'm having a private party Learning
