When I was a young boy, I thought I had that touch I wanted to play that guitar so much Now I'm a man and I got me one Now I'm playing, playing son of
Guitar, Guitar x3 Jayk: If we hit every note, This love could be something we wrote. If it could be, be a hit song Instead of flying solo without
Well they call me hurricane an' I've come to play in your town Yeah they call hurricane an' I've come to play in your town If you don't like my music
Yeah, you got satin shoes Yeah, you got plastic boots Y'all got cocaine eyes Yeah, you got speed freak jive Can't you hear me knockin' on your window
Well you're dirty and sweet Clad in black don't look back and I love you You're dirty and sweet, oh yeah Well you're slim and you're weak You've got the
Well, she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind, That's running wild. Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams And fairytales, That's all she ever
Back in black I hit the sack I've been too long I'm glad to be back Yes I'm let loose From the noose That's kept me hanging about Lookin' at the sky '
You need coolin', baby I'm not foolin' I'm gonna send you back to schoolin' Way down inside honey, you need it I'm gonna give you my love I'm gonna give
Well, I ain't superstitious But a black cat 'crossed my trail No, I ain't superstitious But a black cat 'crossed my trail Bad luck ain't got me too far
It's getting near dawn When lights close their tired eyes I'll soon be with you, my love To give you my dawn surprise I'll be with you darling, soon
I'm outta luck, outta love Gotta photograph, picture of Passion killer, you're too much You're the only one I wanna touch I see your face every time
Riders on the storm Riders on the storm Into this house we're born Into this world we're thrown Like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan Riders
Have you seen her? So fine and pretty Fooled me with her style an' ease And I feel her from across the room Yes, it's love in the third degree Ooh baby
We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the
A smoky room, a small cafe? They come to hear you play And drink and dance the night away I sit out in the crowd and close my eyes Dream you're mine but
Juanita Anita, Juanita Anita ... Jimmy Brown, das war ein Seemann, und das Herz war ihm so schwer. Doch es blieben ihm zwei Freunde, die Gitarre und
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Johnny Guitar Watson staring at me riding on 3 wheels, a woman on his knee With a leg under the red dress I wish I could see further North the warmth