Golden Guitar
I heard the say from a mile away,
I’m sitting on the avenue seeking god forgiveness,
Look to sky it a stormy weather,
If I pass bury me in all black leather call me a golden guitar with every melody,
Fe ins on corner Fe ins on the street write a love leather call you a chump,
Whistle of a knock ice that melt foot steps in the dark is last you hear,
I heard the say from a mile away
Beyond this eyes is wild stories it like the silence of the lamb every,
Change you take better be careful listen to sound like water that drip on house ceiling,
Where I’m coming from common sense come with birth if you made out of
Grade school must be one smart chump,
I heard the say from a mile away,
And if I am bluffing or telling truth,
The dog tags around my neck tell you Jesus walk with me,
I heard the say from a mile away.
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