such a fool And I don?t need a single book To teach me how to read Who needs stupid books? They are for petty crooks And I will learn by studying The lesson
Words and music: jim johnston Engineered by kerry gansburg Electric guitars and solo: jim brammer Drums: jeff wade Things were perfect, you would be
Attention Class! Here we come We kick your ass That's lesson one I know you've been living in heresy Correction's what you need Less isn't more
Attention class, here we come We kick your ass, that's lesson one I know you've been living in heresy Correction's what you need Less isn't more Less
tomorrow But I love the way you move girl And do that belly dancin' So let's play you're my teacher And won't you give me my first lesson I teach you
LAS to Soho A few blocks for those who don't know Down the hall punched a hole in the wall Bounced out, all are in control Certified son of a gun, learns life lesson
bones And a whole lot alone, more than a little bit crazy And the old six-string, was all I had To keep my belly still And for each full hour lesson
hour lesson I gave I got a crisp ten dollar bill She was married for seven years To a concrete castle king She said she wanted to learn to play the guitar
He's the man with the banjo and the 12-string guitar And he's singing us the songs that tell us who we are When you look in his eyes You know that somebody
I can get some sleep Gonna engage Dick Tracy I might retain Perry Mason To investigate this situation then maybe I can get some sleep (Gonna have to teach you a lesson
It's a lesson too late for the learning made of sand made of sand In the wink of an eye my soul is turning in your hand in your hand Are you going away
blunderbuss and halberd-shaft And Dutch respectability They make their entrance one by one Defenders of that way of life The redbrick home, the bourgeoisie Guitar lessons
s bus, you're gettin' high That's your lesson in Texas 101 Yeah, that's your lesson in Texas 101 Yeah, that's your lesson in Texas 101 Yeah, yeah, that
to find out for myself Don't knock it til' you tried it, Well I tried it my friend And I'll never smoke weed with Willie again I learned a hard lesson
Don't make fun of my posse 'cause each man is a boss When his only damn way to pull a jam out the crate One time for your mind, check out the guitar
Well I'll gladly take ten seconds in the saddle For a lifetime of watching from the stands [ guitar ] His Stetson was faded and battered and worn The
my watch, but my mind's really the diamond Nine to the Seven, you better off steppin' When I'm writin' with my pen, it turns into a lethal weapon Take this lesson