At Week's End

Girl, I'll soon be leaving
I won't be in town for a while
But out on the road, you know
Oh, you know I'll be dreaming of your smile
True, I'll be lonely
But if you're at home waiting for me
I'll be back in your arms at week's end

It's not as bad as it seems
And it'll soon be alright
There's a place on the other side of slumber where we'll meet
Where I can hold you all night
I'm not glad to be gone
But we won't be alone for very long
I'll be back in your arms at week's end

I could be riding the railroad
Or singing these blues in my sweet home Chicago
I could be sitting in a cheap motel
With nothing but a guitar and a picture to hold
And, yeah, that might do for now
But it don't move me way deep down
I've done nothing but miss you, baby
I hope you know that I speak the truth

I get so weary
Of these miles flying by
But I forget the ground beneath me
When I think of your pretty eyes
I've still got some way to go
Through a couple of towns I don't know
But I'll be back in your arms at week's end

I could be riding the railroad
Or singing these blues in my sweet home Chicago
I could be sitting in a cheap motel
With nothing but a guitar and a picture to hold
And that might do for now
But it don't move me way deep down
I've done nothing but miss you, baby
I hope you know that I speak the truth

I get so weary
Of these miles flying by
But I forget the ground beneath me
When I think of your pretty eyes
I've still got some way to go
Through a couple of towns I don't know
But I'll be back in your arms at week's end

Under the stars, this moment is ours -
Slipping so far from the real when we feel we are one;
Just look how far we've come.

The look in your eyes says that all of my life has been worth it -
My loneliness is forfeit;
Just look at the love that's begun.

"Elizabeth"

Gibson signature "Johnny A." electric guitar model [$6,539], stripped of headstock signature and further customized with a more fiery sunburst finish, added floral splash decals and namesake in a bold script.
One day, this baby will make all my other guitars jealous.

Hello blues.

It's been a month since my last lesson with Jeff, but it would seem I'm doing pretty well teaching myself. I just figured out a nice trick for getting B.B. King's tone, and a beautifully simple method for figuring out his blues licks.
I also have no life, with practically no human interaction; since the end of the fall semester, for the most part it's just been me and my guitars and my music in my room.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

My sound is getting a lot more bluesy. I've found my perfect tone.
I've been finding a lot more partners lately to take into the studio.
My amp and guitars are spitting out tunes more beautifully than ever.
I'm almost ready to come out of hiding and show everyone what I'm made of.

Just Another Day

Waiting in a circle for the new year
And it feels like nothing's changed
Seems like just another sleepless night
And the dawn of just another day

Of all the nights I've wished that you could be here
The emptiness tonight is kind of strange
'Cause the fireworks on TV set this room alight
And all the people holding flutes of cheap champagne

Yeah, we're all a little warm
And the drinks have got us all in one mind
But I'm just feeling tired and worn
And this fire is eating at me from the inside

At the stroke of midnight
I'll turn to where you're missing from my side
As the countdown ends, I'll try to flash a smile;
I'll bow my head and kiss my hopes goodbye.

Oh, I'll be saying goodbye again
I'll be saying goodbye again
Goodbye again
Goodbye again

At the stroke of midnight
I'll turn to where you're missing from my side
As the countdown ends, I'll try to flash a smile;
I'll bow my head and kiss my hopes goodbye.

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