{x2} Ma femme, ma guitare et mon chien Je suis plus riche qu'un sultan Ma femme, ma guitare et mon chien Et j'irai jusqu'au bout des temps Ma guitare
I'm headed back to Macon Middle of the Georgia pines Gotta keep these big wheels rollin' To that sweet little thing of mine I gotta get back to Macon
look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps I look at the floor and I see that it needs sweeping Still my guitar
I'm up every morning Before the sunshine comes rollin' in When that rooster starts crowin' And that reminds me I need to feed him And every day is the
He said crickets catch more brim But worms will get more bass And it really ain't them brand new shoes That make you run so fast He said you'd better
They got a vintage Victrola 1951 Full of my favorite records that I grew up on They got ole Hank and Lefty and there's B24 Set 'em up, Joe and play 'Walking
I'm sorry a phone call Is the best I could do at this time You're busy But this on again, off again It's starting to mess with my mind So baby Cover
I used to wake up early Just so I could watch you as you sleep That's how I loved you Forever was a promise That wasn't very hard for me to keep That
Settin' fires and dark desires The nights that I just can't recall I woke up flyin' with the angels But no one to catch me when I fall Goin' down the
Sittin' here countin' the cars goin' by And an hour must've been one or two The sheets are flappin' on momma's clothesline It's an old front porch swing
Good morning sunrise How long has it been? Well, it looks like I drank myself sober again Ever since she left me You've been so hard to face Good morning
I was born by a fire in a cold dark cave In the age of the dinosaur When the caveman caught his cave-woman lovin' On the missin' link living next door
I always thought That one of the most important conversations You could ever have in your life Is the first time you talked to God What would you say?
I thought Jack Daniels Was the workin' man's tea It was the window To the life I used to lean I used to ramble Like a feather in the breeze But nowadays
Well, I hope that the friend You've thrown yourself with Gets drunk and loses his job And that the road you're travellin' on Gets dusty, rocky and hard
I was pourin' out my troubles To a stranger in a bar Of the problems and the pressures On a country music star Half braggin', half complainin' 'Bout
the whole world is fightin' The sun might be shinin' But even the skies are blue These are hard days Heavy old hard days Dead string guitar days And
The three little pigs have done built up their homes And the wolf has been chased from the door And little Bo Peep has done found all her sheep And now
