through the icicles. With that wood box beneath my feet Chorus. All I got was this little wood guitar. What it brought was neon lights and crowded bars. Like all the kings with all thier gold. Went
I got myself a bad lover. His name is Johnny Guitar. Lookout Go for it Johnny. All night long. Go for it Johnny. That's where I'm coming from My fingers roll his body. Making him scream. And
You lived on Vine Street. I lived at home. The music was all that we had of our own. No satisfaction, no dance in my car. But I had the keys to the world in my beat up guitar With my beat up
Bài hát Spanish Guitar - Gary Moore, Phil Lynott. As I sit here and play. My spanish guitar. Underneath the stars,. It passes the time away. Each note I play. Is a memory of Spain,. The melodies they