could find one to hold me tight but I could never make believe it's alright Six days on the road and I'm a gonna make it home tonight [ guitar - dobro
Break my mind break my mind oh Lord If you leave you're gonna leave a babblin' fool behind [ piano - guitar ] Baby oh baby let me take your suitcase off of the scales
find one to hold me tight but I could never make believe it's alright Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight [ guitar ] Well the ICC
mountains you will scale with ease Yet molehills where you Stumble Sins you so regret and yet other sins that you enjoy Harps can beg forgiveness and the guitars
he feels right is when he's rollin' He's got road maps in his hand Lord, drivin' just as hard as he can Trying to dodge all scales and the man Well
I was born in "Dirty Town", early heard the heavy sound Of pounding drums and loud guitars on the radio My mama always said to me "Boy it's time for you
hand in hand With pleasure, my pleasure Playing guitars on an empty stage Counting the bars of an iron cage Tell me darling, what can it mean? Picking up scales
in a glass guitar And if you listen with your heart, you can hear it crying Free me from my crystal prison in this glass guitar There's a rumor I heard
of time for me to climb And whem I'm going for mine, I'm like a monkey on a vine Goin' up the scale and I will prevail Sharper than the point on the tip
we gon be here awhile in the bathroom flat irons and nail files spending hours in salons on your hairstyle in the mall steady racking up the air miles hit the gym step on the scales
I was walking, was living My melody was acapella There's a beat I was missing No tune, or a scale, I could play - The sound in the distance No orchestra
liberty, beauty and wisdom. I believe I managed to bring the Ancient's breath into that song by exporing some unique eastern guitar scales as well as
But I was raised in middle England, and not in Nashville Tennessee, And the only person in my band is me. A simple scale on an old guitar, and a punk
of a generation submitted to bitter bitlets of sound Fuck your brontosaurus tearin up you town I?m initiating an annul ticket to renaissance I?m scaling
m triflin upholdin a rifle Peerin from behind the eyes of God, we at odds with ourselves What is it worth when this - barren metropolis prevail Scale
cream eggs and oil It's the stolen blood of the earth Used to make cars run and kill the fish Who me? I play scales The scales of dead fish of oil slicked