I believe in magic, a little
monkeyshines
But the kind of row I can
really hoe is playin' in tune on time
With rhythms all around us
we're like weavers at the loom
So pass the jar and that old
guitar in this hangdog hotel room
Oh Lord it feels so good to
play a nighttime tune
So pass the jar and that old
guitar in this hangdog hotel room
When it comes to mornin' and
goin' out at night
Well the kind of test that
I like the best is rubbin' the wrong girl right
And a few good friends and
neighbors in to playin' the nighttime tunes
So pass the jar and that old
guitar in this hangdog hotel room
Oh Lord it feels so good to
play a nighttime tune
So pass the jar and that old
guitar in this hangdog hotel room
With rhythms all around us
we're like weavers at the loom
So pass the jar and that old
guitar in this hangdog hotel room
Marco Giunco |
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