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Guitar Dove

. . . Ray: That's when he starts in with the guitar . . . ? Don: Now look . . . Ray: Then he comes in with his guitar solo? Don: You guys, do you see

Look at the flowers and the green grass so tall It's not a matter of when push comes to shove It's just an hour on the wings of a dove I dig it when

is sex But I used her for the game, A scapegoat to carry the blame for a hate song For a hate song It's like masochism - I hate these hate songs Holding a dove

love shinin' down on me from up above Yeah if I had the wings of a beautiful dove yeah I'd fly to the man I love There's a ramshackle shack... [ guitar

while back, when the crop was laid by Remember who took us on a big fish fry? Caught a heap of catfish, goggle eye and carp Dashed and sang to the guitar

be forgotten The songs he left will never grow old He laid down his guitar but he'll always be remembered On earth for the last time he sung white dove

Mars He learned his song from the Cosmic Throngs And played them on a Fender guitar, oh yeah And played them on a Fender guitar Du-duluddle du doh Du

snowflakes fall as winter calls and time just seems to fly Is it the loneliness in me that makes me want to cry My heart is sad like a mourning dove

roll Hail in the name of rock and roll Bringing back the balls Bringing back the balls to rock Breathing fire, spitting blood Biting off the heads of bats and doves