Peter Frampton - Vaudeville Nanna and the Banjolele Lyrics
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Vaudeville Nanna and the Banjolele
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What Are The Lyrics For Vaudeville Nanna and the Banjolele By Peter Frampton?
Vaudeville Nanna and The Banjolele
Waiting for me and a rainy day Trying to cross road, they all look like candy Guitars behind glass that I wanted to play I beg for one, oh, but dad's just a teacher Could barely afford to buy me such things I woke him up at 3 in the morning Asked him to tune the extra two strings They're the best days of my life I can never get back What will never be again But I can close my eyes And I can see them, ooh My dear old mom, frustrated actress Reluctant victory, writing with me My first attempt at filling the pages She was the angel, the angel you see They're the best days of my life I can never get back What will never be again But I can close my eyes And I can see them, see them I have this dream, we're all at the table Sharing verses, stories and song Vaudeville Nanna and The Banjolele She hands it to me and I play along The best days of my life Are somewhere up the road With my family and friends I can close my eyes And I can see them, see them |
Who Wrote Vaudeville Nanna and the Banjolele By Peter Frampton?
Peter Kenneth Frampton, Gordon Scott Kennedy
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What's The Duration Of The Vaudeville Nanna and the Banjolele By Peter Frampton?The duration of Vaudeville Nanna and the Banjolele is 4:36 minutes and seconds. |
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