Don't look so sad I know it's over But life goes on And this old world Will keep on turnin' Let's just be glad We had some time to spend together There
The first time I held your hand I knew I was a lucky man Felt like God forgave me Of all my wrongs I keep tellin' myself That I'm heaven bound Sometimes
You don't have to keep me on no chain I come a-runnin' when I hear you call my name I must not be too hard to train Took you no time at all Oh, you don
You see it ain't just what I do, it's who I am And that's why I write songs I remember how it blew my mind When I played a song and watched a grown
back home I'm just a guitar in the pawn shop on the corner Hey, come on by and listen to my song Won't you come on by and listen to my song?
Hey, I hear you're back Well, here don't you want your guitar back Why, I really don't know for sure And what it is I'm asking for See the wood it's
the ground But I'm safe and warm, outside it's cold and gray That's my guitar and I will play for you all day So many songs in my mind Maybe less 'cause
When everything we felt fails Then some music, soft and distant sails But it don't sound like it did before Then I know I'm left with nothing more Then
don't like to sing So I picked up my brush Painted blue guitar And I ripped off the chords From 'Bron Y' Aur' So I played her a song But the timing
town Something caught my eye And I stopped and turned around I stepped inside and there I spied In the middle of it all Was a beat up old guitar Hanging
own Come on now, won't you take a chance? On the guitar slingers song and dance Cry at night for there's no romance On the guitar slingers song and
Acoustic guitar, I'm gonna make you a star Get your picture all over the world Acoustic guitar, you can have your own car Just bring me back my girl
hole in the wood? Hey, what's that sound Coming out of the hole in the wood? It's the guitar It's the guitar It's the guitar ...
'm in love with my guitar, oh yeah I'm in love, I'm in love I'm in love with my guitar I'm in love with my guitar
wood? Hey, what's that sound Coming out of the hole in the wood? It's the guitar It's the guitar It's the guitar It's the guitar
Rich man's got his picture On the cover of a magazine Leads a pampered life with a trophy wife And his long black limousines He's got all the money in
Takin' a dip on the Sunset Strip in the mornin' Ain't nothing like the smell of tofu and high dollar wine Except maybe all of them cars lockin' down the