Rue de la Guitare

歌詞

A Sunday off in gay Paris I was bound for the sacred street God's the draw up on Montmartre But not Rue de la Guitare Ne pas Rue de la Guitare Like melodies that never fade B-girls perform their masquerades Pigale is still a strange bizarre Down on Rue de la Guitare Rue de la Guitare Windows filled with long lost dreams Unfinished songs on rusty strings From Nazareth across the sea She'd somehow caught up with me Her fait accompli I read the wood and felt the scars They spoke of nights in smoky bars How many songs, how many beers Had caused her journey here A toast to those who love to hear A D-18 played Lightfoot clear Music still lives in shops and bars Along Rue de la Guitare Rue de la Guitare Now over here, people sing "Comment ca va, monsieur Buffett? Un verre de vin, une chanson a jouer" Vive Rue de la Guitare