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Rosalita (Come Out Tonight)

Bruce Springsteen

The Wild, the Innocent & the E Street Shuffle

1973

hold you in my arms
I know a pretty little place in Southern California, down San Diego way
There's a little cafe, where they play guitars all night

life
You're my muse, my muse
So let's take a walk
Down the aisle
And play the blues, the blues, the blues
Blues
blues...blues... bluess
Blues

on my love and abused it
Now I just vent in the music
I'm tired of losing my muse's
What do you mean?
Girl do you love me for me?
What do you mean?
Girl

the loudest sound is my old dogs howl
While my guitar's bumping to the rhythm of a distant train

And you can do what you want with your own guns
While I pick

a song that plays on the summer wind it blows through the tallest pines
Like a broken hearted muse It wails and it whines
That melody has filled me since I

Pull the Strings to my Heart baby play me like I'm your Guitar
Eh, Travel round the world girl I'll take you to Barcelona, Lona, Lona
Eiyeeah
So oh Baby

Johnny B. Goode

Johnny Winter

Live in Concert at the Royal Albert Hall

2001

a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell

Go go
Go Johnny go

If I could play the guitar
I would busk in all the cities of the world
I could be amongst the people who walk by
Little piece in the puzzle of their

around in my head
You've got me crazy, when I'm thinking of you
You split the oceans
And you show emotions
I play guitar
You're not afraid who you are
I'll

not my problem
He can go take a hike

I'm going to the bar
I'm gonna play guitar
Sing about the plains
Sing about far away
Far away
Far away
Far away

I

you I'd held every stress 
You are my moon I must confess 

You gave me muse to write a song 
You gave me melody to sing 
You gave me chords to play

I play it cool in the cut, never doing too much, or pursuing to cuff
But when it’s a muse to rebuke her is tough, questioning why am I using a bluff

the crowd kill yo self 
My ego decided that he wants to play I told dude it a fill house today
Man that can't took control over me now you by Doc Masta crowd

I done came in with my goons 
They done came in with the tools 
Play the game by our own rules 
But we don't play to lose 
High to the sky never come

Hear me sing for my baby o
Hear me sing for my number one
Hear me sing for my baby o
Me way love you baby no be play play
The way you roll your waist

Come on Everybody

Rick Springfield

Beginnings

1972

Lord lord
And my coat isn't hangin' down
Lord lord
But this song is mine
So's this old guitar

If you've been down the end of time
You'll have

say
Gonna live my life, ramble on
Kick my feet up in the shade
When I pick up that old guitar now
Gonna to play I want to play
And I don't give a damn

in my arms
I know a pretty little place in
Southern California down San Diego way
There's a little café where they play
Guitars all night and all day

the king is gone
The King is in us, let his song
play on!

I was cutting a dash down Bleecker Street
the sewer was a-staiming underneath my feet
I looked

moving

The muses avoid my phone calls
(you have one new message) yes they do
You don't love me anymore
What happened to me and you?
I can't extract you

the muse then I'll be the broken strings

If you be my sky then I'll be your lightning
When you burn out then I'll be your second wind
And if you're

spend on crack instead

And I hope whoever has it today
Has friends to love and songs to play
And my old guitar has things to say
And music it can spread

Want to say that I love you
But I think it's too soon
We stare at the moon and the stars
Listen to bad boys and pop stars just play their guitars
Can we

I live at the bottom of the ocean
Where I bottle my emotions
With a bow around my neck
It wasn't by choice, I overdosed on some poison
I used to eat