Song Poor Boy Blues - Mark Knopfler, ChetAtkins. Do I Want You? Yes I Do. Do I Need You? Baby You Know It's True. But I Ain't Got Nothin' That You Can Use. So I'm Sittin' On My Own Here, With These
You came to me from out of nowhere, you took my heart and found it free,. Wonderful dreams, wonderful schemes from nowhere,. Make every hour as sweet as a flower to me. If you should go back to
they are. Smashing a perfectly good guitar He loved that guitar just like a girlfriend. But every good thing, it comes to an end. Now he just sits in his room all day. And whistling every note he
they are. Smashing a perfectly good guitar He loved that guitar just like a girlfriend. But every good thing, it comes to an end. Now he just sits in his room all day. And whistling every note he
his eyes. She had him bound and hypnotized She put the sad in all his songs. She put the blues in hisguitar. She took what he had and she made it wrong. She put the sad in all his songs She was a
I got myself a bad lover. His name is Johnny Guitar. Lookout Go for it Johnny. All night long. Go for it Johnny. That's where I'm coming from My fingers roll his body. Making him scream. And
When I bought this guitar it had brand new strings. brand new strap all those things. brand new pick both thumb and flat. all the elementary things like that I went ahead and took it everywhere I
Billy Bovine. He was a flat top guitar pickin' friend o' mine. And now I'm just sittin' home just countin' the stars. I got close but no guitar. . I got close but no guitar. She was a shooting star
Billy Bovine. He was a flat top guitar pickin' friend o' mine. And now I'm just sittin' home just countin' the stars. I got close but no guitar. . I got close but no guitar. She was a shooting star
in Tupelo. Dixie is the queen of Billboard Magazine. Playin' across the country doin' one night shows A man walks up with a dollar in his hand. Says, "Let me hear the song by Dixie and the guitar
breaks my heart to see those stars. Smashing a perfectly good guitar. I don't know who they think they are. Smashing a perfectly good guitar. . It started back in 1963. His momma wouldn't buy him
breaks my heart to see those stars. Smashing a perfectly good guitar. I don't know who they think they are. Smashing a perfectly good guitar. . It started back in 1963. His momma wouldn't buy him
It's Christmas day. And the snow is coming down. Church bells sway. They're ringing awake the town. Preacher Kline recites his lines. The pews'll be full today. Mr. Howe cranks up his plow
