Guitar-man
Well, I nearly ’bout starved to death down in Memphis, I run outta money and luck, So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia, On a overloaded poultry truck, I thumbed on down to Panama City, Started pickin’ out some o’ them all night bars, Hopin’ I could make myself a dollar, Makin’ music on my guitar, I got the same old story at them all my peers, There ain’t...
April 11th, 2010 by admin
