Sur sa guitare il avait grave une rose Dans le bois noir petite fleur a peine eclose Comme un espoir en souvenir de quelque chose Une vieille histoire
I got the rhythm and I do don't need the blues I don't wanna ride no shootin' star Just wanna play on the rhythm guitar" She was the sweetest thing
Thorns in roses, (whoa whoa) That's how our love is, (and you know that) It tears me apart, when you go out, With guys that I don't know about. Well
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
A family of musicians took shelter for the night In the little harbor church of St. Cecilia Two guitars, bata, bass drum and tambourine Rose of Jericho
I saw a spider, I didn't scream 'Cause I can belch the alphabet, just double dog dare me And I chose guitar over ballet And I'd take these suckers down
love, tainted love Real love, true love Tainted love Think of her think of me, think about us it's a intimacy I'm tryin' to strum like guitars in this
you're alright Oh yeah, and that's alright with me You can hide 'neath your covers And study your pain Make crosses from your lovers Throw roses in
The roses in the window box Have tilted to one side Everything about this house Was born to grow and die Oh, it doesn't seem a year ago To this very
my side I've had the new caviar Fort Wall and pink champagne I've seen the Mona Lisa Drank the wine in France and Spain I've smelled the rose of Finland
you pardon I never promised you a rose garden Along with the sunshine there's gotta be a little rain sometimes [ guitar ] I beg you pardon I never promised you a rose
but You don't say a word Just play your guitar all day I know that The music will always end but Like a rose tatto On a sailor's arm I'm yours We're
Sun came up it was another day And the sun went down you were blown away Why'd you let go of your guitar Why'd you ever let it go that far drunken angel
sing the guitar Oh I have you got nothing to say? When all words fail she speaks Her mix tape's a masterpiece Walks through the garden so the roses
They met up in Rockport Where the moon rose early and the days were short And the miles between were still too many to mention The Blue Ridge rides
upon the vine Rose knows something's going on Rose knows she's spending too much time alone I suppose better get myself back home Rose knows something's going on [ guitar