memories were all black and white Till I stopped over-thinking Decided to draw back the curtains And I cleared all the cobwebs And began to let in the light
the parking lot And you get in your car and you drive real far And you drive all night and then you see a light And it comes right down and lands on
's beautiful, he has his father's eyes And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie He looks around the room Innocently overlooks the truth Shouldn't a light
Up in the window light tonight Where I can see your silhouette I've been throwin' little stones But I don't believe you've even heard me yet Today you
, gone Then I fell in love Love gave me a shot of pure desire There was nothing else like this This unimagined bliss this ecstasy Deep inside the night I believed I saw the light
cabin made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar like
All the years combine They melt into a dream A broken angel sings from a guitar In the end, there's just a song Comes crying like the wind Through all
not judged Jacks, Kings and Aces, their faces in wine Do Lord deliver our kind? From singin' for whiskey, three strings on a fiddle Four on the guitar
was being born Down in Monterey The birds and the airplane Did fly Oh, Ravi Shankar's Music made me cry The who exploded Into fired light Hugh Masekelas
Ellis McDaniels In a place called McCoom Mississipi about 1926 He moved to Chicago about 1938 Where his name was eventually changed To Bo Diddley He practiced the guitar
earth and wood Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode He never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play the guitar just like
Yeah Lover, I'm on the street Gonna go where the bright lights And the big city meet With a red guitar, on fire Desire She's a candle burning in my
plain You are my shelter from the pouring rain You were my comfort even before the pain I can hear the sound of five drummers in the wind Leaves blowing in the breeze, ring out like guitars
You are my shelter, from the pouring rain You were my comfort, even before the pain I can hear the sound of five drummers in the wind Leaves blowing in the breeze, ring out like guitars
A family of musicians took shelter for the night In the little harbor church of St. Cecilia Two guitars, bata, bass drum and tambourine Rose of Jericho
old southern town for me Way back in 1619 began this tragic story Thrown into slavery then crime was the color of skin Never to see the light of the
southern town for me Way back in 1619 began this tragic story Thrown into slaveries den, the crime was the color of skin Never to see the light of the
serenade the girls with my acoustic guitar You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, fellas havin' problems with the chicks? I want you right now to turn the lights