I may tell you It's been this way for years I play my red guitar It's the devil in the flesh It's the iron in my soul I play my red guitar It's the devil
may tell you It's been this way for years I play my red guitar It's the devil in the flesh It's the iron in my soul I play my red guitar It's the devil
When everything we felt fails Then some music, soft and distant sails But it don't sound like it did before Then I know I'm left with nothing more Then
the early morning I can't make up a thing And a barely can play I don't like to sing So I picked up my brush Painted blue guitar And I ripped off the
red guitar, yeah, the color never fades away No matter where she has it placed And my life would change when I saw the face of Of her red guitar, of her red guitar
when everything we felt failed and some music soft in distant sails but it don't sound like it did before then i know i'm left with nothing more than
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coming We're beneath the radar Ooh they must be joking I can see the tops of their heads poking out the top of the Trojan Guitar Well they marched on
to... Her red guitar, yeah The color never fades away No matter where she has it placed And my life would change when I saw The face of her red guitar Of her red guitar
you up and take you for a ride I got a new shine on my car Sun is tannin' my left arm And while I'm waitin' on the red light I'm burnin' up a little air guitar
't worried about shit, everything paid out You can catch me courtside at Dwayne Wade house With a high yellow thick bitch, with her legs out Cash Money president, but we in the red
cool You took me down just like a Rob Roy But now I'm coming next to you Run, devil, run, run, devil, run, run Run, devil, devil, run, run I never knew about your red
I've been to school in Boston Played my guitar down in Austin Driven eighteen wheels outta Delaware I've laid pipline in Alazka, detasselted corn in West
leave I can get four, gimme four Uh, good God Don't play so much, uh Don't be so mean Like about that cold sweat You came out, look here Red, man, what
