hell Halloween in heaven Oh well, oh well Bonham on drums, Entwistle on bass As guest morticians Bon Scott on vox Rhoads just for kicks On guitar
of deviation, but from what was never mentioned so I set out to find my wrong way home home inside the hour, I was tuning my guitar where I got that
the hallway to his doom I stood up to say goodbye like all the rest And I heard him tell the warden just before they reached my cell Let my guitar playin
army of his angels I heard they had to hide their wings It was them who brought you water IF YOU listen closely I know you can hear the choir sing
for those corrupt In the red Just look at your alternatives We're not some fucking group for hire And we wouldn't sing flat if we were really a choir
the hallway to his doom I stood up to say good-bye like all the rest And I heard him tell the warden just before he reached my cell 'Let my guitar playing
I love to hear those good old songs they sing unto the Lord I love to play my old guitar with them and I wanna choir I'm looking forward to the day when
road that leads to yesterday I'm leaving a light on Won't you look homeward angel Look homeward angel Let me see those eyes of green A lonely choir
she shines. And I have been baptized in water, I have been baptized in fire And I've knelt with both hands on the altar And I've even sang in the choir
her daddy's farm She always thought that we'd be together Lord I never meant to do her harm Said she could hear me singing in the choir Me I heard another
Crickets singin' in the evening hours Daddy on guitar pickin' Wildwood Flower Old record player spinnin' LP's Yeah, that's music to me Reel screamin'
I was a little boy And the devil would call my name I'd say who do, Who do you think you're fooling I'm a country boy, I'm a singer in a Sunday choir
ont su me fair' comprendre Qu'a l'homme de la ru' j'avais des compt's a rendre Et que, sous peine de choir dans un oubli complet, J' devais mettre au
If a song could be president We?d hum on Election Day The gospel choir would start to sway And we?d all have a part to play The first lady would free
cheap guitar But he could play on pots and pans You never heard a soul so pure and true It's flowin' right out of his hands He can sing sweet as a choir
band A drunken whiskey choir singing Round me you understand And then they said, "We've been searching near and far For a thing like you to sing and play guitar
my guitar Let's have a Menage a trios, you me and my guitar [Hook:] I'm stroking these guitar strings and stroking your body, Stroking these guitar
When I Turn You On Let Me Be Your Kit-Kat Good Gurl Bend Over Gnst Ya Gurl Got Ya Leg Strapped Around My Neck,Like A Guitar Hurtin Ya Girl Bumpin In My