Guitar Angels Lyrics & Chords By James Armstrong

I ain't no doctor, I ain't no doctor's son, But I'll fill your prescription, Till the real doctor comes, Till the real doctor comes. I ain't no sailor, ain't no sailor's son, ...read more

you can't miss her walking down the street hight hips shaking like a mambo beat volcanic action marking the time cement mixer blowing your mind picture of fitness red...read more

He's the next big thing Everybody gonna know his name The boy can play and he can sing And he know how to play the game Only one thing on his mind That's fortune and fame ...read more

Well I'm tired of sighin' Tired of worryin' too Well I've made up my mind baby What I'm gonna do I've got my clothes in a matchbox Gonna forget about you Well I tried to...read more

I dreamed I had a good job and I got well paid I blew it all at the penny arcade A hundred dollars on a kewpie doll No pretty chick is gonna make me crawl Get on a TWA to the...read more