so wia's kummt, weu so is g'mant du und i mia brauch'n und mia lieb'n uns so woavsolaung bis daß der tod uns scheiden wird - mei' gitar'
I'm headed back to Macon Middle of the Georgia pines Gotta keep these big wheels rollin' To that sweet little thing of mine I gotta get back to Macon
Blue guitar, fortune of my ways Making of my days New chord, counting up the ways Happiness is lazy If you don't know the song If you can't put the words
As guitarras sao um dom de Deus As guitarras dao som a vida E as que encantam todos os coracoes Ficam mais bonitas As guitarras sao amores meus Sons
I look at you all See the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps I look at the floor And I see it needs sweeping Still my guitar gently
if London burns I'll be standing on the beach with my guitar I want to be in a band when I get to heaven Anyone can play guitar and they won't be a nothing
Love is kind Love is blind We love you Guitars of love This is the guitars of love These are the guitars of love Guitars of love Yes
guitar ain't mine to keep It's only mine for a while This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar This old guitar
do you like to chit chat chit chat chit chat to yourself do you try to explain those things you tell me then convince yourself hey do you like to chit chat chit chat chit
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Na na na na na na na na na na na (2x) Trigger pulled, got the fuel, ready to burn Looking hot, what we've got, we've had to earn (Oh Yeah) Guitar strapped
like a star..playing your candy guitar!! Still all eyes on you, your in the spotlight.. Having fun and feeling great, and you just love the sound of that guitar
Like how you get wild like the alcohol On the hood of my car, ghetto as you are Ghetto as you are, let me lay you back Listen to this hood guitar Now
[Chorus] You see I can't get enough of your tongue in my pussy Can't get enough of your love You see I can't get enough of your tongue in my pussy Can
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah *talking to himself*] Aiyo, what's wrong man? (Ain't na---, man Yo these niggaz over here frontin' on me and shit Talkin' bout
GUITAR PICKIN' MAN (Marshall Grant) « © '67 Perkins Publishing » Well I'm gonna start out walkin' just you wait and see Uh-huh guitar
