Letras:
Guitar Guy

There was something spooky in his voice And something strange on his face When he shut the lid I saw my name was on the case Guy Clark - The Guitar

sunglasses I ain't that guy I ain't that guy I ain't no G-Q worry-fied sushi lovin mr right crying sensitive kind I ain't that guy Kepp your fuel efficient

: I tried to break into your house on Friday night I got attacked by your big dog I tried to play my guitar at your window side Your mother said it was

un guitariste Fait la manche en plein vent Il attend le client en chantant Son anglo-saxon de Courbevoie, de Courbevoie My sweet California I am a poor lonesome guy

: (I. Hanson, T. Hanson, Z. Hanson) She plays guitar with her fingertips She'll play your heart with her tender lips She'll work it out until she

ready and a single out. So the kids know we are still there. And with the music you can prove what you can do still even without one guy that just left

to see what people want me to be, its just me being me I'm just Charlie Scene. I used to follow my dream to play guitar and sing, now I Rhyme over beats

the harlot\" and of course, \"teenagers\". And it doesn't help that I couldn't get my hair to do that flippy thing either. Like that guy from that band

no particular spell I am dreaming of the mountains where the children learn the stars Clouds roll in from nebraska dark chords on a big guitar My restlessness