Ellis McDaniels In a place called McCoom Mississipi about 1926 He moved to Chicago about 1938 Where his name was eventually changed To Bo Diddley He practiced the guitar
I was born in the boredom and the chowder So when I reached my prime I left my home in the maritimes Headed down the Turnpike for New England, sweet New England
philosophers' stone But I'm grateful The philosophers' stone But I'm grateful In the coffin of guitars There her music lies Foliage and solos Growing from her eyes This is England
train Hey mama rock me Running from the cold up in New England I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band My baby plays a guitar, I pick
guitar and a new song For a week I'll be where I belong With the big stars, Golden Guitars Dream will be ours some day Cruising the New England Highway
I sat alone with my six strings And I learned how to play and sing Woody Guthrie's guitar killed fascists and crime But in Hastings, East Sussex, South of England My guitar
me so I never was for sure I learned to read enough to know life was not so kind All I own is my guitar and my peace of mind Everybody knows my name
of America, Then why can't Africa, be the United States of Africa? And if England, is the United Kingdom, Then why can't Africa unite all the kingdoms
train. Hey momma rock me Running from the cold up in New England. I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band. My baby plays a guitar I pick
me some room) (I smell something) (you call that a guitar solo?) (i? trying) (you call that a guitar solo?) CHORUS (watch me break this chair) (
anybody who played pedal steel guitar, I'd get them in my band and then my band would get real far, But I was raised in middle England, and not in Nashville
Let's inherit the earth because no one else is taking it Come on, do your worst before the moment's passed In bedrooms across England and all the Western
guitar, vocals) Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals) Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals) Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar
was born in the boredom and the chowder When I reached my prime I left my home in the maritimes And i, I headed down the turnpike For new england Sweet new england
I'm comin' real close to Heaven And my guitar just can't wait It just can't wait In France really had the chance Yeah, there was plenty romance I've been to England
trouble And it seems to fall out of the sky And come down on you Oh baby, burn Fast, die younger Burns rubber Useless rockers from England Guitars,
. Hey momma rock me Running from the cold up in New England. I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band. My baby plays a guitar I pick a banjo