Goin' down to Lillian's Music Store To buy a black diamond string Gonna wind it up on my guitar Gonna make that silver sing Like it was Dreamville A
heart away Pay no attention to his silver tongue be careful of his dashing manner Just keep your arms around the one you love and beware of the Hunter [ guitar
on stalks of clover so you better think it over Well it's sweet talking you could make it come true I would give you the world right now on a silver platter
the best I can I ain't no perfect man but Sam I am I'm a back-talking fighter A silver bullet biter I'm a flip flop slider And a guitar moonlighter
(4:09) Written by Neil Young, Published by Silver Fiddle Music (c) 1988. Recorded: July 21st, 1988. High on a balcony, right where we used to be, This
Bokura no machi ni Funky na band ga kuru kara Trunk ni Pika-pika no supankoru no Isho wo tsumete Silver no wig to Guitar to turntable mo Saa, kono machi
scott ian for persistence of time back when steve and eva died that album changed my life it was a package of pure darkness tied up with a silver string
the bums and theives ruled my girl with tuetonic teeth but all was lost when her mouth turned green what ever happened to the teenage dream? silver
a think about living She'd been protected from the things that her daddy didn't want her to see [ guitar - fiddle ] She was born in a palace with a silver
I've traveled every highway Down every dusty road Beneath the silver moonlight I counted every star that shone I've seen all special places Everybody
Don't Need) 3:09 Trk 21 (Covay, Watts) Don Covay Pop Chart #63 July 13, 1974 Rodney Beytham - keyboards, Billy Cadieux & Tony Von Covay - lead guitars
don't matter The past don't matter Nothing matters But love Fate is somewhere Underwater In the blue and silver Of the Jordan river Dreams are plenty
Miss Antoinette, she went out with a song Selling booze and silver shoes and singing right along Shotgun and a limousine while the baby dolls march on
hour. To be crucified. And for thirty silver pieces. For our sins he died. To wear the crown of thorns. It was his destiny. [guitar solo] To be crucified
I'm a Cadillac tramp at the end of his road A swap meet rat who's sittin' on gold, yeah baby I'm a guitar gangster without a tune I'm the baseball bat
upon white silver sands Where on the brink of love I kissed her and obeyd my heart's command Where the deep blue pearly waters wash upon white silver
pretty damn wide 2 silver lightenin bolts painted down the side imagine his grief, pity his pain both broke down one mornin and never started up again played the guitar
here Let's go little darlin', nothin' ever happens down here (dog ate the dog, the cat ate the mouse) Drums/Percussion: Arran Ahmun Bass Guitar: Pete Zorn Keyboards: Gerry Rafferty Electric Guitars