Think it over one more time Think it over one more time Can't you see that you were meant for me So think it over one more time Tell me that you changed
Guitar Slim, baby Now I'm come to play in your town Now they call me Guitar Slim, baby Now I'm come to play in your town Now if I can't my guitar, baby
Oh, stand by me, oh, stand by me Oh, stand by me, now baby, stand by me Now stand by me Oh baby, if you please Now once you said you loved me That we
You give me nothin', nothin' but the blues You give me nothing but the blues You give me nothin', nothin' but the blues You give me nothing but the blues
Превод: Slim Guitar. Нещата, които съм правила.
without a product there ain't no sales if money is divine then I'm the holy grail so don't be forgettin' to listen to the rhyme when the guitar wails
boast Fuck off Yeah, right in your mother fuckin' ass bitch With that Detroit city shit, ain't shit switched We're on the same script, nothin' new since 76 Kid Rock Yo Slim
'm hot, I'm hot-Like all my tracks are hot Stop going on AOL chat to try to find friends, yeah everyone likes you because you said you were tall, slim
right now We got soul brothers, Jitterbugs, hip cats with crazy hats Pretty girls with pretty smiles, all decked out in the latest styles Memphis Slim and Guitar
cowboy, a big time player I like Pantera, Kid Rock and Slayer I like Ice-T, the rapper I mean When it comes to drinkin' I like Jim Beam I play Washburn guitars
YOU LAY THAT SHIT ON SLIM I'VE BEEN A RODIE FOR SATAN HONEY I WAS A SOUND MAN FOR THE DEVIL YOU SEE NOW IM A GUITAR WITH THE HEART OF A BANJO
got a ballpark figure He's got a ballpoint pen They travel around for weeks at a time Writin' down descriptions of the places they been She plays guitar
frequency? Can you connect with me? If it's alright, your satellite can be my energy Don't wanna be too bizarre but you're the key to my car You're my electric guitar
my boots on, got my hat on Got my old guitar and a new song For a week I'll be where I belong With the big stars, Golden Guitars Dream will be ours some
like to boast Fuck off Yeah, right in your motherfuckin' ass bitch With that Detroit city shit ain't shit switched we're on the same script Nothing new since '76, Kid Rock Yo Slim
, fled to his neck of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good" So he picks the guitar
a lawsuit For example, I know I'm nice, I don't front it Least anticipated, to the most wanted Yeah, that's me in the spotlight With a mic and a guitar
thickened air, where my spirit is free I'm blasting off with a strum of my six string Six String Rocketeer Well, my getaway car is this beat up guitar
