You walk in here with your guitar man Your shiny boots and your full on band A smile on your face, a knife in your hand Singing songs you gotta memorize
thoughts escape, at home, where my music's playin' Home, where my love lies waitin' silently for me Tonight I'll sing my songs again, I'll play the game
find my happy I listen to the music from the AM radio You could hear the music on the AM radio You could hear the music on the AM radio I like pop
guitar music entertains us here And it sounds real good to the untrained ear And I can't find a reason to change More of this and more of that Has never been my game
in lust and in God I trust I'm not Peter Pan, I don't fuck with fairies But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries And Harry Carey couldn't call my game
, go gurl, go gurl Go on get your money up The way ya boy flip, makes you say the game over Sales ice cold, make music called cola And I ain?t even did
Verse1: The way ya boy flip, makes you say the game over Sales ice cold, make music called cola And I ain?t even did commercials for coke a cola Start
to his shoes Sang the blues, guitar strings, he played smokin' his kools The pelican hat, picture this yo, seventies cat He wrote his music in the back
the mirror now he knows He must be the star and play guitar like thunder Find Susie at his Rock and Roll show Boy, if I only had a good guitar and a
ever warned the boy Rock n' roll is a vicious game, oh yeah He said he wouldn't get led around, or caught up in the games Or end up in a gallery, of
so sweet to me CHORUS Produced by Jane Words/Music/acoustic guitar/lead vocal- Jane Piano/keyboards - Reg Webb Bass Guitar - Dave bronze Electric Guitar - Alan Christie Drums - Michael Bettell Rhythm Guitar
ooh We are strong We are belong And we know we are right Not gonna catch us now Not gonna catch us now Words and Music - Jane Guitar - Paul Tanner Bass guitar - Martin Little Rhythm guitars
I ain't picked up my guitar in 15 days Some music man didn't give a damn what I have to say But he's stealing tears and playing games that I don't play
to be like bootsy, dr. funkenstein or jimi the rock star Color meant nothing to me Everything was equal as far as I could see Ignorant to the racist music industry music industry music industry Music
glad that I, you know, I don't have to slave anymore. You know, 'cause I, music was my love, and because of everything I thought had to accompany my music
thought's escaping Home, where my music's playing Home, where my love lies waiting silently for me Tonight I'll sing my songs again I'll play the game
and wallet chain shop boyz, rockstars yeah, we 'bout to change the game change the game? uh oh they know that i'm a star i make it rain from the center of my guitar
Don't play me, I'm over 30 and I don't smoke weed I put my ass away and music I've played Ain't the type of stereo you're tryin' to feed Don't play me
