Sometimes the colors bleed to brown, they can’t be found
Just like this old guitar always hanging around
but Blue is my guitar
On the sun risen swamp he sits of the cold river water he drinks
Blue, guitar blue
An old star for the likes of you, he says
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Sometimes the colors bleed
All to brown they can’t be found
Just like this old guitar
Always talking to me and hanging around
And Red is my guitar
of my body’s given blood she drinks,
On the living dying embers she waits
Red, guitar red
She kills the demons runnin round inside my head
Chorus
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I found myself inside the muddy rivers runnin to the blood red sea
I found myself inside the guitar cave of a great oak tree
I found my fingers dancin on the silver strings from a silver dream
Green is my guitar
From the emerald grass you grew
You told all the old forests the stories you knew
Green, guitar green
Your smile hides all the sights you’ve seen
Chorus
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