Now your pistol's been fixed so it only shoots blanks; and when the third beer goes down, there's no room in the tank. You've got the forty year blues - Frontpage, Forty Year Blues (a commemoration of certain mortality)
Thanks Andrew. BTW the guitar I'm playing here was the very one I took my lessons with Rev. Davis on . He "tried it out" on several occasions and thought it was good, "sounds nice, I like the sound of this here Gitar". Me: How come you never had a Martin Rev. Davis?" "Well Martins got the playablity but Gibson's got the LASTABILITY"! Meaning he thought Gibson's more capable of enduring extremes of weather while playing on the streets.
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My loathings are simple: stupidity, oppression, crime, cruelty, soft music. Vladimir Nabokov (1899 - 1977)