Southern Guitars
Tonight I'm headin' down to california,
I'm gona sing my songs and I'm gona' pass the hat,
I'm gona visit all the memories that I find,
And retrace every step when you were mine.
Oh the southern guitars,
Sing to me like a distant melody.
Oh the southern guitars,
When my friends are gone and I'm on my own I'm gona' listen for the guitar tone and fight my way back home.
Oh
Oh
I hear your voice in every song that I sing,
I listen to the ghosts that haunt my past,
Well I thought I saw you from last age did I dream it,
But the foot light shining up and I wish that.
Oh the southern guitars,
Would sing to me like a distant melody.
Oh the southern guitars,
When my friends are gone and I'm on my own I'm gona listen for the guitar tone and fight my way back home.
I hear that soft voice callin' I do
And with the sweet strings fallin' I want to a good day or two with you.
Oh the souther guitars,
They sing to me like a distant melody.
Oh the southern guitars,
When my friends are gone and I'm on my own I'm gona listen for that old guitar tone and fight my way back home.
I'm gona fight my way back home.
Back home
I'm gona sing my songs and I'm gona' pass the hat,
I'm gona visit all the memories that I find,
And retrace every step when you were mine.
Oh the southern guitars,
Sing to me like a distant melody.
Oh the southern guitars,
When my friends are gone and I'm on my own I'm gona' listen for the guitar tone and fight my way back home.
Oh
Oh
I hear your voice in every song that I sing,
I listen to the ghosts that haunt my past,
Well I thought I saw you from last age did I dream it,
But the foot light shining up and I wish that.
Oh the southern guitars,
Would sing to me like a distant melody.
Oh the southern guitars,
When my friends are gone and I'm on my own I'm gona listen for the guitar tone and fight my way back home.
I hear that soft voice callin' I do
And with the sweet strings fallin' I want to a good day or two with you.
Oh the souther guitars,
They sing to me like a distant melody.
Oh the southern guitars,
When my friends are gone and I'm on my own I'm gona listen for that old guitar tone and fight my way back home.
I'm gona fight my way back home.
Back home
Credits
Writer(s): Shaun Terrance Johnson, Greg Bannwarth
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