Пой, играй гитара семиструнная, Пой подруга верная моя В жизни я любил одну лишь юную Девушку, что бросила меня. Это дело было поздней осенью, С неба
down to LA I never thought I'd get to see the inside of a limousine Or a beauty shop on South Rodeo drive But bein' sucked into a world where things
My mama told me not to play the guitar Stuck in a bottle neck you won't get far Hanging around with your sleeping in friends Elegant women, here I go
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
away, I've got to move away I've got to get away, I've got to move away I was afraid I kept my feelings inside, we shared our love And the thing but in the end you took a
got a dream to be a star Dressed in black like Johnny Cash With her pink guitar I said, "A pink guitar" She plays a pink guitar I said, "A pink guitar
crawled past the garbage And your mama jumps out screamin' Dont come back no more! I cant take it My guitar wants to kill your mama My guitar wants to kill your mama My guitar
walked forty seven miles of barbed wire I use a cobra snake for a necktie I got a brand new house on the roadside Made from rattlesnake hide I got a
do believe, I believe Yeah, I believe pretty baby Believe you're goin' steady with nobody else but me Well, when you kiss me baby then you roll your eyes I get a
I didn't make it on playing guitar I didn't make it on playing guitar I didn't make it on playing guitar I didn't make it on playing guitar ha ha ha
Palladium, NYC October 30, 1980 engineer: George Douglas FZ lead guitar Steve Vai rhythm guitar Ray White rhythm guitar Ike Willis rhythm guitar Tommy
Odeon, London February 18, 1979 engineer: Mick Glossop FZ lead guitar Warren Cuccurullo rhythm guitar Denny Walley rhythm guitar Ike Willis rhythm guitar
of a trans celestial bird I wonder if I really ever did leave how many would there be to grieve? How would they react to the word? Well, I wouldn't ever want to hurt a
of his sad old broken heart Just like there's a ghost in this guitar, a ghost in this guitar Take a listen to the ghost in this guitar
born just a little too slow just a little too slow just a little too oh, your lives are more than two just a little too oh, just a little too '
Sur sa guitare il composait/ Les chansons que moi je chantais/ on n'avait qu'a se regarder pour se comprendre/ les paroles il les ecrivait/ Sur un grand
si chiudono gli occhi mai, quando stiamo sognando il ragazzo della sua chitarra cercava un'emozione una musica diversa, una rivoluzione e diceva sempre: la mia chitarra
as a little ukulele, When I was just a boy on the farm My fingers were too lazy for piano But I could hold a tune pretty good And I couldn't sing a song
