Where Silver Tears Do Rust
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The Guitar Plays On...1978
I've got a guitar player
And a blue eyed boy.
I've got a lot of friends
That bring me sunshine and joy.
I've got two young daughters
One's now gone away.
I told her she couldn't
Come back here to stay.
I've got a lot of bills to pay
And Lord,
Wouldn't you know it?,
Another storm's on the way.
The baby keeps crying.
The guitar plays on.
One daughter grows older.
The other's still gone.
My lover, he needs me
And I need him too.
Lord, won't you help me to see all of this through?
'Cause the baby keeps crying.
The guitar plays on.
One daughter grows older
And the other's still gone...
L.A.Mc Nabb
26 January, 1978
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
Written for my mother who passed away March 16th, 2002. My older brother was the guitar player. My younger brother was the blue eyed baby.
My younger sister was the daughter, growing older. I was the daughter still gone. I went home to lay my sweet mother to rest. I miss you Mama. For you, I still write...
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
And a blue eyed boy.
I've got a lot of friends
That bring me sunshine and joy.
I've got two young daughters
One's now gone away.
I told her she couldn't
Come back here to stay.
I've got a lot of bills to pay
And Lord,
Wouldn't you know it?,
Another storm's on the way.
The baby keeps crying.
The guitar plays on.
One daughter grows older.
The other's still gone.
My lover, he needs me
And I need him too.
Lord, won't you help me to see all of this through?
'Cause the baby keeps crying.
The guitar plays on.
One daughter grows older
And the other's still gone...
L.A.Mc Nabb
26 January, 1978
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
Written for my mother who passed away March 16th, 2002. My older brother was the guitar player. My younger brother was the blue eyed baby.
My younger sister was the daughter, growing older. I was the daughter still gone. I went home to lay my sweet mother to rest. I miss you Mama. For you, I still write...
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
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The Guitar Plays On...1978
The Guitar Plays On...1978