Turn off the TV Turn off the crap Kick off your high heels Climb up in my lap And I'll play music A song from me to you
Simple six string music A ballad or the blues
No interruptions from the telephone Don't need call waiting Just you and me alone And my six string music A song from me to you Simple six string music A ballad or the blues
Oh I remember that night in Africa My daughter and my little guitar Straddling the equator The king of Zanzibar Those shy black hidden faces They didn't know me from Adam's cat But the words and the singing And the people in a ring And the whole night went like that
Some folks like icing, some folks like cake Some swim in the ocean, some paddle in a lake You can get into Beethoven, you can groove on Jimmy Reed But keep it simple stupid All we really need
Is six string music A song from me to you Simple six string music A ballad or the blues
Six string music Ain't no symphony It's just six string music So elementaryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
