Texty:
Heart Blue Guitar

another town Living the best they can Across the street, a music store She gotta find a brand new axe And there he was, that blue guitar He was staring

another town Living the best they can Across the street, a music store She gotta find a brand new axe And there he was, that blue guitar He was staring

into another town Living the best they can Across the street, a music store She gotta find a brand new axe And there he was, that blue guitar He was staring

the music low And sway to the rhythm of love Well, my heart beats like a drum, guitar string to the strum A beautiful song to be sung She's got blue

A broken angel sings from a guitar In the end, there's just a song Comes crying like the wind Through all the broken dreams and vanished years Stella blue

changed To Bo Diddley He practiced the guitar everyday and sometimes into the night Till his papa's hair began to turn white His pa said, "Son, listen hear

flying We fly on the way to the stars She's the one who is screaming, I'm dreaming When I reach you with my guitar My guitar My guitar My guitar My guitar

just killed his wife Oh billy can't remember his name Billy gnosis was going insane And soaked in blue light he played and played I can still hear the

Leave the bright blue door on the white-washed wall. Leave the death ledger under city hall. Leave the joyful air and that rubber ball today. Leave the