Sheraton Gibson - текст песни
Sheraton Gibson
I'm sittin' in the Sheraton Gibson palying my Gibson... And boy, do I want to go home... I'm sittin' in the Sheraton Gibson playing my Gibson... And boy, do I feel all alone...
Cleveland, ho! Eveil on my mind... Cleveland, ho! I wish I was home this time... Don't want to be unkind...
I'm sittin' in the Sheraton Gibson playing my Gibson... And thinking about a Sunday barbecue... I'm sittin' in the Sheraton Gibson playing my Gibson... In my mind is a cleveland afternoon...
Cleveland, ho! Eveil on my mind... Cleveland, ho! I wish I was home this time... Don't want to be unkind...
I'm sittin' in the Sheraton Gibson playing my Gibson... And boy, do I want to go home...
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