Smith Lyrics & Chords By Thomas Mapfumo

Something quite unholy, heard from your mouth, As noted, south, south, hurrying south. Are you ready for another one, baby? Just because it crumbles, doesn't make you humble. ...read more

Oh, oh, starry eyed Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit me with lightning Handle bars, and then I let go, let go for anyone Take me in, and throw out my heart and get a new one Next...read more