He's heard the roaring of the crowd Now he lives on the edge of town Once he exploded onto the scene That guitar screamed out the melody
It seemed that somewhere He lost the fight That voice just faded into the night Then came the hands of fate Not a second too late Said boy, you just gotta play
The lightning strikes You know it's right Your guitar is calling you home Into the night You paid the price Your gypsy heart needs to roam
You got to get back To the Streets Of Rock & Roll That's where your six string guns are drawn Yeah
It's like a fever, you got to sweat If you're so tough you could lick 'em yet Just take it from the top This time you'll never stop You know that's where you belong
The lightning strikes You know it's right Your guitar is calling you home Into the night You paid the price Your gypsy heart needs to roam
You got to get back To the Streets Of Rock & Roll That's where your six string guns are drawn You got to get back To the Streets Of Rock & Roll That's where your six string guns are drawnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
