Aww hell...
This ain't good.
Not at all.
Baby it’s the guitar man.
Who’s gonna steal the show, you know
Baby it’s the guitar man, He can make you love, he can make you cry
He will bring you down, then he’ll get you high
Somethin’ keeps him goin’, miles and miles a day
To find another place to play. Night after night who treats you right,
Baby it’s the guitar man
Who’s on the radio, you go listen
To the guitar man Then he comes to town, and you see his face,
And you think you might like to take his place
Somethin’ keeps him driftin’ miles and miles away
Searchin’ for the songs to play. Then you listen to the music and you like to sing along,
You want to get the meaning out of each and ev’ry song
Then you find yourself a message and some words to call your own
And take them home. He can make you love, he can get you high
He will bring you down, then he’ll make you cry
Somethin’ keeps him movin’, but no one seems to know
What it is that makes him go. Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim
The voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin
But he never seems to notice he’s just got to find
Another place to play,
Anyway got to play, anyway got to play.
(He's the one all the way to the right.) P.S. For you, Jimmy, I just called my local "oldies" station (98.1 WOGL) and requested they play "Guitar Man". Somehow, I feel like a little part of my heart has died...
God, this sucks.
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I was with you babe until the Bread thing. My ex would get into a funk and that's all I'd hear. I don't want to be alone the next time I hear that band, someone should be there to stop the killin' .
Posted by: Dishonerable Schoolboy at January 14, 2005 10:10 PM (fYQvY)
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