your guitar But the joke was on me They left me flat to see Going back west Yes I know I'll make out alright Going back west Where my music's playing
real live calloused fingers Wrapped around those guitar strings Kiss the lips where hurt has lingered It breaks the hart to hear him sing Thesongs were more than music
didn't like me They always tried to put me down 'Cause I wore my hair too long I played my music way too loud Every little boy wants to learn to play guitar
: A guitar collects dust like his heart, Soundless and still A girl collapses on her bed Writing words never read, Troubled youth spills over into Troubled
the bass like... Somebody pass my guitar So I can look like a star And spend this cash like... Whatchu gonna do when the croud goes Ayo? Why you standin' on the wall? Music
and his ma shivering outside a rundown music store window That night on top of a Christmas tree shines one beautiful star And lying underneath a brand-new Japanese guitar
all around guitars from the streets - guitars from the slums This Punk Music Keeps Me Alive voice from the streets - voice from the slums I'm spreading Rebellious songs Guitars
: [man talking during the intro riffs:] the music, if you can call it that, physically assaults anyone dumb enough to listen. [guitar repeats intro
dance but tonigh She might take the chance Look up in the sky Reach for it It's your guitar Get it girl you know Fly like a shooting star Let the music
night, they were dancing in the streets, And making music in the alleyways and bars, From a house down in the old town came the sound of guitars, Margarita
I'm a do it 'til my heart stops Load a sniper rifle baby take your best shot Rah I spit cold as sub-zero I'm Hendrix, ya'll just playing Guitar Hero
well, But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. (Chorus) Go Go Go Johnny Go Go Go Johnny B. Goode He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
rich knockin hits out the ball park (come on) With his Les Paul Guitar as his call card He fell in love with the music, it was all heart And when you
: A cool breeze was caressing the still of the night A camp fire was burning and flickering light Your body swayed as I played my guitar I don't know
along My papa said 'son, gotta git some fun, Cos when your old it ain't too good on your own' Been so long since you heard my song Gonna pick up my guitar
London town You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing And an old guitar is
music, I made it trough it. They said I wouldn't go far, still I'm in love with my guitar. with my guitar, with my guitar. ah huh huh ah They can take
: [music by John Petrucci] [Instrumental]