Lyrics:
I'm feeling nauseous baby
Breathing air but I swear I'm suffocating
Someone end my suffering
Fuck am I upset
I got the world in my hands
Pour me
Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the
Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack
Yeah and he was the poet of the Lone Star state
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the
Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack
Yeah and he was the poet of the Lone Star
Jerry Jeff Walker stumbled up the stairs on his way to the
Stage with a Martin guitar and a six pack
Yeah and he was the poet of the Lone Star
Taylor's not the name of my guitar
She's a girl that came and stole my heart
And she's never quite returned it in the years we've been apart
Loving
You walk into the room just a glowing like a midnight star
cnd I'm down here on the end just a singing and strumming this guitar
You pretend to take
chicken that's finger lickin',
Front porch little guitar pickin'
Sweet tea and apple pie,
Country girl by my side,
So right it can't be wrong,
Wanna hear
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
of love but I'm coming up for air
Now don't be fooled by fools who promise you
The world and all that glitters more fool you
I smell the sickness sown
floor
left for dead on the dance floor
left for dead on the dance floor
Burnt on an electric guitar
And if we find we’re out of sun
Time like air
Well my heart didn't skip a beat
When I saw you standing there
Looking like some kind of angel
Like you were walking on air
And the earth didn't
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
or three or four
The man who strums the old guitar
Is standing by the door
The banjo and the mandolin
Have joined the phantom band
A woman, once from Carrick
to smile I had
Is what my childlike soul
Misses the most by far
Guitar solo
And every new mistake we make, oh boy
It’s one more load we have to take
INCENSE
Written By: Sharon Faith Groom
Copyright 1999
VERSE I
There's nothing like the smell of incense on the morning
Lingering in the air from
up, and I fantasise
I work all day, watch the world go by
Tell myself, it's going to be alright
And in my head, where the stars align
The air gets hot,
'em again, ain't nobody gonna mind
Here's to the good old boys, the guitars that made the noise
And all the girls that we annoyed, and the ones we
the back by the buses and the limousines
Just to get a glance at a drummer or singer yeah anything
And they come from miles around
For that moment when
come
I ain't here on business, baby, I'm only here for fun
And Rosie, you're the one
Rosalita, jump a little higher
Senorita, come sit by my fire
come
I ain't here on business, baby, I'm only here for fun
And Rosie, you're the one
Rosalita, jump a little higher
Senorita, come sit by my fire
Keep your air
(Keep your air of despair )
Don't come near
(Don't come near with your fear )
When I broke out my first cry
I knew who I was going
your pelvis
That's how you get behind the velvet
Disco at the air bar
But what I really miss is a guitar
With a whammy bar
Going wah, wah, wah,
out my overalls, the air blows sweet against our faces.
After working 4 months I save enough to get my guitar out of hock. The job never gets any
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