the Pacer, it crashed Got himself a guy with a truck That could tow her Still he said he didn't think That guy could fix its motor But that guy, he
can tell by your glare. I wouldn't touch you on a dare. Seven months to June and even then, so what? My mouth is open, my book is shut. My air guitar
that you and I can be together 'Cause I love you The mild little Christian says it The wild Sonny Liston says it The pimp and the gimp And the guy with
My daddy left home when I was three, And he didn't leave much to Ma and me... Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him
was just waiting for a bus But I hid my thumb cause I knew just what she was Uhh I ain't gonna let no... [ piano - guitar ] I'll tell you what them thumbsuckers
records Look at naked girls from time to time And people tell me What a real nice guy you are So come on, serenade me On your acoustic guitar And don
Beat me Daddy, eight to the bar" In a little honky-tonky village in Texas There's a guy who plays the best piano by far When he plays with the bass and guitar
of a trombone's devine But I think wet paper and a comb are fine So blow the soda bottle, let the soup cans crash 'Cause one guy's treasure is another guy
bird is flying shame shame on somebody That someone is me don't crook your finger at me if you see me walking by I'm not the same guy when I'm high ha
I went to punk rock high, the school of rock I got an electric guitar to compensate my small cock I got a high squeaky voice like a mouse in a can And
Boy Named Sue Well my daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much for Ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze Now I
you say you'll be the next Hendrix Clapton or Buddy Guy I think you will yes I'm sure you will But who you got on that second guitar Background
that line, it's too pedantic But it's Paris, I've come so far I've made it all the way from the bed To my guitar You can call me doom and gloom
Tell my little lambs that I'm on my way home Stop by the shop and get a bottle to go Maybe something stronger if the right guy's on the corner Bang,
The sound that you're listenin' to Is from my guitar that's named Lucille I'm very crazy about Lucille Lucille took me from the plantation Or you might
went and left me you left me and and broke my little world in two I never thought you'd be the kinda girl to do that To run around with other guy in
Everybody calls me bo I got no money but I hold my row Some folks say I'm just a no good guy But I can ride for miles in old boxcar smoke cigarettes butts
MAKE IT LOOK EASY Writers Bill Anderson, Steve Wariner RECORDED BY STEVE WARINER I'm not the first guy who ever lost a girlfriend But by the way I'm