you take my hand ? CHORUS There's only one choice, one voice That speaks to the heart of the broken man There's only one way to change The rules that you played by Yesterday
I walk these narrow streets Where a million passin feet have trod before me With my guitar in my hand Suddenly I realize nobody knows me Where yesterday
the snow-clad Sierra Nevada For soon it will welcome the stars while a thousand guitars Play a soft Habanera Then moonlit Granada will live again the glory of yesterday
edge poet From a punk lost generation Shaking off praise, so humble man Shattering expectation You're relevant right now More so than you were yesterday
There were no violins, there were no soft guitars Hot summer love under the city stars I was Mr. Dynamite and you were my only girl We held each other
is their style getting old Into a minor, their tons love them from afar As they hide In their own little world. Pick up a guitar on a day when It's starting
country song for ever lost its soul when the guitar player turned to rock & roll and everytime when the summernights are falling I will always be calling dreams of yesterday
We were young in the summer Of some year I don't quite recall But it feels like yesterday I was teaching you guitar On the hood of your pick up under
of my shoes I'm a walking case of the blues Saw a dollar yesterday but the wind blew it away I'm going back to Houston Houston Houston [ harmonica - ac.guitar
guitar bled for about a week afterwards and the blood was ooh... dark and rich like wild berries. The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red! The guitar
on the floor Left over from the night before Where we were going we didn't really care We had all we ever wanted In that keg in the closet This ol' guitar
to see It?s too late for 'I?m sorry' Sorry is a word you like to say But sorry won?t erase the things you did yesterday And I want you to know that
sometimes we just talked for hours dreaming dreams and building towers All the world was filled with flowers for us And I'm gonna miss you for a long long time [ ac.guitar
fun on the bayou Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son
can't stand it seeing her with him Every time I hear somebody say they've got lots of dust and clay Between them and yesterday I get the fever [ guitar
cook a steak, we three estates you section 8 stay out her face she hardly date she f**kin gucci shawty DAMN everdays a ballin day just yesterday we bought
to jump around (Jump around) But he got too old to jump up and down (Up and down) (So then what happened?) So he put the mic down And picked the guitar up (Picked the guitar