Guitar Street — текст песни (Chris Rea)

Theres a crazy sense of duty

As he licks between his fingers

Wipes the ketchup from his face and hands

Theres a strong determination

That his teachers never witnessed

Never close enough to understand

Hes like a bull just bred for fighting

He dont deliver nothing

Outside the only thing that he knows



School report just says hes lazy

His brother says hes crazy

But take a look cos there he goes



Through the avenues of fashion

To the palaces of dreams

All the way down guitar street



To some guitars are hot-rods

All along the quest for macho

To others a would-be ticket out of town

For joe a six-string sten gun

In the panto-revolution

And stevies all just strictly sound

Hes like a bull just bred for fighting

He dont deliver nothing

Outside the only thing that he knows



School report just says hes lazy

His brother says hes crazy

But anyway take a look cos there he goes

Through the avenues of fashion

To the palaces of dreams

All the way down guitar street