Letras:
Bread Guitar Man

Who draws the crowd and plays so loud? Baby, it's the guitar man Who's gonna steal the show, you know? Baby, it's the guitar man He can make you love

Everytime I look into you it tears me up inside Got a hunger for ya, woman, that just can't be denied Don't tell me no, ain't my kind of answer Don't

Used to be my pleasure When I'd wake up in the morning Just to open my eyes and see you Just to find you were lying there But mornings now they seem to

die than get married Let me go, tell her no, tell her no (Solo) You heard my story and you now know why A strange old woman makes a grown man cry

Napa Valley and the guitar king Comes a sparkling wine, to make a blind man sing Yo it's the cham-pan-yah, from the man with the bandana I can't stand

lips boss, like you were wearing lip glos. I shit not. I'm a one man clan, one man band, just gi'mme one mic and one mic stand, one guitar for me to strum

goes away She's the boat in the sewer She's the old man with manure Rockin' all night like a drum Goin' back where she comes from Can of whiskey Big guitars

prove that I'm a man And be number one And liked by everyone Getting drugged up with my trendy friends They really dig me and I dig them And the bread

And some soul Turnin' them crowds on By playin' some loud rock'n roll. Then came the man with a suit and a tie And the promise of contracts and bread