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
mother for ya (yeah) make you wanna run for cover And if you look you will discover (yeah) Lord, its a real mother for ya yeah. Lord , its a real mother for
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Hold your warm and tender body Close to mine Hear the whisper of the raindrops Blowin' soft against the window And make believe you love me One more time for the good times For
When everything we felt fails Then some music, soft and distant sails But it don't sound like it did before Then I know I'm left with nothing more Then
the early morning I can't make up a thing And a barely can play I don't like to sing So I picked up my brush Painted blue guitar And I ripped off the
waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting I'm waiting for your love I'm waiting for your love, don't want to lose that feeling I'm waiting for your
first time we forgot To send someone by 12 o'clock We'll never persevere We've got friends, chicks, guitars, and no beer We've got friends, chicks, guitars
they'll turn to gray And you come and you go Like a storm across the coast And expect me to be thankful for the rain Well, I guess I should be thankful for
This guitar is for sale. I'll let her go cheap, Tho' she's pretty to look at, She don't earn her keep. She can roar like the west wind, She can weep
first time we forgot To send someone by 12 o?clock We?ll never persevere We?ve got friends, chicks, guitars, and no beer We?ve got friends, chicks, guitars
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when everything we felt failed and some music soft in distant sails but it don't sound like it did before then i know i'm left with nothing more than
Tłumaczenie: Gene Clark. Dla hiszpańskiej gitary.
