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his eyes. She had him bound and hypnotized She put the sad in all his songs. She put the blues in his guitar. She took what he had and she made it wrong. She put the sad in all his songs She was a
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Song The Guitar Song - Jamey Johnson, Bill Anderson. I'm just an old guitar in the pawn shop down on the corner. And I'm waitin' for somebody to come by and play me now and then. My strings are
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gone, gone, gone. Jumpin like a catfish on a pole. You know he's gone, gone, gone. Hip shaking king creole. . When the king starts to do it. It's as good as done. He holds his guitar. Like a
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beat. That old boy sure pick some old mean guitar right off Rampart Street Stays crowded every time he's there, people come there from near and far. I don't think nobody knows his name, they just know
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beat. That old boy sure pick some old mean guitar right off Rampart Street Stays crowded every time he's there, people come there from near and far. I don't think nobody knows his name, they just know
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know he's gone, gone, gone. Jumpin' like a catfish on a pole. You know he's gone, gone, gone. Hip-shaking King Creole When the king starts to do it. It's as good as done. He holds his guitar. like
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In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town,. Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around. And all the girls from there to Austin,. Were slippin' away from home and puttin
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In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town,. Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around. And all the girls from there to Austin,. Were slippin' away from home and puttin
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Bài hát Tennessee Flat Top Box(Live At The Paramount Theatre, Nj/1990) - Johnny Cash. In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town,. Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around
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(Troubadour troubadour troubadour). The troubadour the troubadour sings from his heart. The song that's the hit of the show. Watch him sing and play the strings of his guitar alone in the bright
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(Troubadour troubadour troubadour). The troubadour the troubadour sings from his heart. The song that's the hit of the show. Watch him sing and play the strings of his guitar alone in the bright
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completely. See how that works out I wasn't daring. Not much a chancer. Oh my darling. Why won't you answer? Seven a. m. Midnight in Dover. Sun's coming up now. I guess it's over Playing his guitar
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. . He never ever learned to read or write so well, . But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. . Go Go. Go Johnny Go. Go Go. Johnny B. Goode. . He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
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. . He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack. And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track. Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade, . Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made
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never ever learned to read or write so well,. But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. Go Go. Go Johnny Go. Go Go. Johnny B. Goode He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack. And sit
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. . He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack. And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track. Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade, . Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made
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. . He never ever learned to read or write so well, . But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. . Go Go. Go Johnny Go. Go Go. Johnny B. Goode. . He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
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. . He never ever learned to read or write so well, . But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. . Go Go. Go Johnny Go. Go Go. Johnny B. Goode. . He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
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packed up his guitar and caught a westbound train. This was just another city where the country girls were pretty. Easy pickin's for the man from Bowling Green. Now her life is twisty like some West
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Johnny Go Go Go. Johnny B Goode. He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack. And sit beneath the trees by the railroad track. the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,. strummin to the rhythm
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. Goode. . He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack. Sat beneath the tree by the railroad track. An engineer could see him sitting in the shade. Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made. The
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. But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell. That never ever learned to read and write so well. Go go. Go Johhny go. . Johnny B. Goode. He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack. Go
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Go. Go, Johnny, go, go. Go, Johnny, go, go. Go, Johnny, go, go. Go, Johnny, go, go. Johnny B. Goode. He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack. Or sit beneath the tree by the railroad track. Oh, the
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never ever learned to read or write so well,. But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. . (Chorus)Go Gogo Johnny Gogo Gojohnny B. Goode. . He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack. And
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never ever learned to read or write so well,. But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. . (Chorus)Go Gogo Johnny Gogo Gojohnny B. Goode. . He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack. And
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, go, go. . Duckwalkin on his knees, peckin like a hen. Lookin like a locomotive, here he comes again. Meow said the kitty puppy bow-wow-wow. Go and pick your guitar, Johnny don抰 stop now, oh baby
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, go, go. . Duckwalkin on his knees, peckin like a hen. Lookin like a locomotive, here he comes again. Meow said the kitty puppy bow-wow-wow. Go and pick your guitar, Johnny don抰 stop now, oh baby
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, go, go. . Duckwalkin on his knees, peckin like a hen. Lookin like a locomotive, here he comes again. Meow said the kitty puppy bow-wow-wow. Go and pick your guitar, Johnny don抰 stop now, oh baby
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>. . I'm going home (just hank and his guitar circa 1950). When my work here is oer. And trials come no more. On that great day I'm going homec. To live forever more, just oer on heavens shore. When my
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me. Never took his guitar and made it down in Tenn-o-see Well, daddy said, he drank a lot, but I could never understand. I knew he used to pick up in Ohio with a five-piece band. And Clayton used to
