Lirieke:
Bread Guitar Man

Who draws the crowd and plays so loud? Baby, it's the guitar man Who's gonna steal the show, you know? Baby, it's the guitar man He can make you love

Everytime I look into you it tears me up inside Got a hunger for ya, woman, that just can't be denied Don't tell me no, ain't my kind of answer Don't

Used to be my pleasure When I'd wake up in the morning Just to open my eyes and see you Just to find you were lying there But mornings now they seem to

die than get married Let me go, tell her no, tell her no (Solo) You heard my story and you now know why A strange old woman makes a grown man cry

goes away She's the boat in the sewer She's the old man with manure Rockin' all night like a drum Goin' back where she comes from Can of whiskey Big guitars

prove that I'm a man And be number one And liked by everyone Getting drugged up with my trendy friends They really dig me and I dig them And the bread

And some soul Turnin' them crowds on By playin' some loud rock'n roll. Then came the man with a suit and a tie And the promise of contracts and bread

I was bread, and I'll keep bein' country til the day I'm dead See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads, bar-b-q, baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread

all up on the grill Fix some beans and corn bread, everybody's gonna get their fill Then we'll grab all the guitars, greasy hands and all Someone'll count off a shuffle, and man