[Intro: Ghostface Killah *talking to himself*] Aiyo, what's wrong man? (Ain't na---, man Yo these niggaz over here frontin' on me and shit Talkin' bout
GUITAR PICKIN' MAN (Marshall Grant) « © '67 Perkins Publishing » Well I'm gonna start out walkin' just you wait and see Uh-huh guitar
amigo plays his blue guitar Ay ay, ay ay the moon is lonely Tomorrow I'll wonder where you are Manana morning my darling I'll be blue as amigo's guitar
CRYING STEEL GUITAR WALTZ (Shorty Long - Dolly Long) « © '52 copyright control » The steel guitar played that I met him and it played
This guitar is for sale, I'll let her go cheap She's pretty to look at but she don't earn her keep She can roar like the west wind, she can weep, she
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping Still my guitar gently
Makin' music on my guitar Got the same old story At them all night piers "There ain't no room around here for a guitar man We don't need a guitar man
[ Don Rich - guitar ]
and I traveled far just a pickin' that big round hole guitar Pickin' that big round hole guitar But I wound up workin' in a local bar pickin' that big round hole guitar
[ Tom Brumley - steel + Don Rich - fiddle ]
that guitar Girls with guitars (She wasn't any debutante) Girls with guitars (She didn't go out for cheer leading) Girls with guitars (Boys are kind
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missed the point just like before And this guitar can't keep from crying (this) guitar, it can't keep from crying This guitar can't keep from crying This here guitar
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
That was the last time I ever saw her Through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows I walked past and kept on walking And lit a smoke with my hands shaking
that me and Shorty Had been robbed of what we got Then a guy said through the window This is the end of the line I said, brother, I'm a guitar slinger
, all the loot I had Good guitar, though, called it a pluckit Anyway, spent me dough And I couldn't let it all go to waste, you know So I took the book, guitar