Dried up, a guitar upon my knee I should have sold out when the devil came for me I dig a hole and throw it out to sea And break the code, how happy I
and plays his guitar for all of you bucks tonight Still tryin' to be a star and see his name in lights Somewhere the organ's playin' a hymn of salvation
I used to play the trumpet once but now I play guitar Somebody told you it's more mellow. Well I've played a lot of music since but I really haven't grown
world, way down south I went to church, sang a lot of hymns, way down south I learned to work on my pickup truck, way down south I played my guitar
revived sea-waves wake up and dance this endless ball of death and life, cover everything with their miracle sparkle, springing up creatures in this natural flip. Hymns
that had a pulse As we freed ourselves from the rain There's a disgruntled metal head playing guitar For a pop singer up on the screen With his guitar
with my chrome and Hey, genius, you even know what that means? Uh, uh, what does it mean? Where's the keyboards and the tambourine and the guitar And
talent I walk with the rod Of God in my hand In and out the house of Island My guitar and my songs I sing the albums Haile I Hymn, Are we a warrior
like a dream now, it was so long ago Jerry Jeff Walker can be just like A coat from the cold, hey I'ma goin' on home Nothin' short of the Gospel hymns
down And laid her body in the ground My eyes were wet My face was very long The pastor said "son here you are Won't you please take this guitar Sing
Saturday on Beale St. With the drunk and the searching I hear an old man playing guitar I can't make out what he's saying But I can tell you that he'
A little white lace hanky marked the text that she would use She'd breathe into that microphone and send us all to hell She had a guitar picker by the
kids appear dome-less, I wonder their folks did to make em think they flow swift with broken focus Folk hymns are sung while my guitar is strung, and
Dried up, a guitar upon my knee I should have sold out when the devil came for me Dig a hole and throw it out to sea Break the code, how happy I could
Carl] Hey, genius. You even know what that means? [Meatwad] Uh-uh - what does it mean? [Carl] Where's the keyboards, and the tambourine, and the guitar
(A lover) (A lover) This feeling has a thousand limbs, of a first and hymns tell me do you like it? (I like it) Too big to fit in this skin, this
he can be like a coat from the cold, Songs about Texas sing them often every time I think I've got no home. Nothing short of the gospel hymns, I guess
this world, way down South I went to church, sang a lot of hymns, way down South I learned to work on my pickup truck, way down South I played my guitar
