I locked myself up in a room
Or a tomb, or is it a womb?
I'll find out pretty soon
I'm so glad for the tunes, and for you
Without which I'd be sad and blue
You would too, what to do, except follow the muse
To my friends, I bring you
Greetings from the island of guitars
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Yes, the fire glow so warm
And the country gent never meant no harm
And the telecaster speaks
Even if the signal's weak
And the Harmony sounds so full
When it howls it's wailing screed
And the custom's always there
When perfection's what you need
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Tell me, what's your desert island fantasy?
'Cause I'm living mine with you right here with me
The law, it says I ain't fit to drive a car
So hey, greetings from the island of guitars
Greetings from the island of guitars
Hey, greetings from the island of guitars
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Guitars
Island of guitars
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Greetings from the island of guitars
♪
Guitars