, er gefiel ihr Da nahm er seine Gitarre Und sang nur fur sie allein Er sang seine Liebeslieder Bis tief in die Nacht hinein Und dem Klang seiner Gitarre
Перевод: Говард Карпендейл. Его гитара, так как он Mahm.
Перевод: Говард Карпендейл. Так он взял гитары.
Перевод: Kitaro. Из истории.
sono un chitarrista da spiaggia lo so che suono male ma ti colpisco al cuore sono un chitarrista da spiaggia io piu che cantare, io voglio l' amore
oh, er gefiel ihr Da nahm er seine Gitarre Und sang nur fur sie allein Er sang seine Liebeslieder Bis tief in die Nacht hinein Und dem Klang seiner Gitarre
I'm headed back to Macon Middle of the Georgia pines Gotta keep these big wheels rollin' To that sweet little thing of mine I gotta get back to Macon
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping Still my guitar gently
It is three hours past midnight And my baby's nowhere around Yes three hours past midnight And my baby's nowhere around Well, I listen so hard to hear
I'm up every morning Before the sunshine comes rollin' in When that rooster starts crowin' And that reminds me I need to feed him And every day is the
He said crickets catch more brim But worms will get more bass And it really ain't them brand new shoes That make you run so fast He said you'd better
They got a vintage Victrola 1951 Full of my favorite records that I grew up on They got ole Hank and Lefty and there's B24 Set 'em up, Joe and play 'Walking
I'm sorry a phone call Is the best I could do at this time You're busy But this on again, off again It's starting to mess with my mind So baby Cover
I used to wake up early Just so I could watch you as you sleep That's how I loved you Forever was a promise That wasn't very hard for me to keep That
Settin' fires and dark desires The nights that I just can't recall I woke up flyin' with the angels But no one to catch me when I fall Goin' down the
Sittin' here countin' the cars goin' by And an hour must've been one or two The sheets are flappin' on momma's clothesline It's an old front porch swing
Good morning sunrise How long has it been? Well, it looks like I drank myself sober again Ever since she left me You've been so hard to face Good morning
