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Somebody Stole My Guitar

	Written：Gillan/Glover/Morse/Lord/Paice
	Remind me to tell you
	bout the old silver miner
	name of hard rock Pete
	had his house built on a slope
	They say one of his legs
	lived in Calico
	Ther's a rumour going round
	that the other lived in hope
	So I walked in the room
	and I stopped
	I turned around
	and looked over my shoulder
	And a voice close beside me said
	You'd better watch your head
	the party's over
	It wasn't long before
	the waitress came over and said
	Can I freshen up your drink
	and have you heard of these boys
	and if you feel included
	to buy some cowboy boots
	Well it's not that bad
	we can talk above the noise
	So I sucked on my beer
	Shut my eyes
	and tried to listen to the words
	I know I missed the meaning
	but the message
	was something I'd already heard
	Johnny Ringo's voice
	is getting deeper
	and now he's going to put
	another lock on the door
	The night is getting later
	My head is getting lighter
	The mood is getting darker
	Tequila's being poured
	So I smile
	at the old gunslinger
	in his frame on the wall
	as he pushed back his hat
	And it's all coming back
	I'd cut a long story short
	but it's much too late for that
	Somebody stole my guitar
	They took it from
	the back seat of my car
	I was sleeping in Memphis
	in my hotel room
	and somebody stole my guitar

	Written: Gillan Glover Morse Lord Paice
	Remind me to tell you
	bout the old silver miner
	name of hard rock Pete
	had his house built on a slope
	They say one of his legs
	lived in Calico
	Ther' s a rumour going round
	that the other lived in hope
	So I walked in the room
	and I stopped
	I turned around
	and looked over my shoulder
	And a voice close beside me said
	You' d better watch your head
	the party' s over
	It wasn' t long before
	the waitress came over and said
	Can I freshen up your drink
	and have you heard of these boys
	and if you feel included
	to buy some cowboy boots
	Well it' s not that bad
	we can talk above the noise
	So I sucked on my beer
	Shut my eyes
	and tried to listen to the words
	I know I missed the meaning
	but the message
	was something I' d already heard
	Johnny Ringo' s voice
	is getting deeper
	and now he' s going to put
	another lock on the door
	The night is getting later
	My head is getting lighter
	The mood is getting darker
	Tequila' s being poured
	So I smile
	at the old gunslinger
	in his frame on the wall
	as he pushed back his hat
	And it' s all coming back
	I' d cut a long story short
	but it' s much too late for that
	Somebody stole my guitar
	They took it from
	the back seat of my car
	I was sleeping in Memphis
	in my hotel room
	and somebody stole my guitar