: Sobrevuelan la intuicion Esperando la oracion Para ser eternamente; Parte y goce del sentir, Vida y razon de vivir Del que cuida su simiente
Sobrevuelan la intuicion Esperando la oracion Para ser eternamente; Parte y goce del sentir, Vida y razon de vivir Del que cuida su simiente
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
, all the loot I had Good guitar, though, called it a pluckit Anyway, spent me dough And I couldn't let it all go to waste, you know So I took the book, guitar
(Instrumental)
the whole world is fightin' The sun might be shinin' But even the skies are blue These are hard days Heavy old hard days Dead string guitar days And
Thrill is gone The thrill is gone away The thrill is gone, baby The thrill is gone away You know you done me wrong, baby And you'll be sorry someday
Hey, I'm walking with my woman She got great big feet Long, lean and angry She ain't had nothing to eat But she's my woman And I love her just the same
People you all have been wonderin' Wonderin' why I sing the blues? Yes, you all have been wonderin' Wonderin' why I sing the blues Well I want you to
You act like you don't wanna listen When I'm talkin' to you You think you outta do baby Anything you wanna do You must be crazy, baby You just gotta
(Justin Hayward) 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
Whole new world opened up it's doors Towns and roads I've never seen Finding some places I've never been My guitar and old blue jeans They stay
headed out, goodbye, goodbye I wish I had a blue guitar A blue guitar to play all night long I wish I had a blue guitar A blue guitar to let you know
before Then I know I'm left with nothing more Then my own soul When pretty pictures face back But your coats aren't hanging on the rack And blue water
the early morning I can't make up a thing And a barely can play I don't like to sing So I picked up my brush Painted blue guitar And I ripped off the
get the strangest kinda feelin' That's when the guitar plays the blues I say, you get the strangest kinda feelin' That's when a guitar plays the blues
it's another lonely ride Was a time when you'd be here by my side Oh, but the rain came down washed it all away Now I stand alone with my guitar and play
