Berneice

I can still remember I was eight years old The first time that I picked her up little did I know She's taken me to places that I've never been Did my first gig in a rock-n-roll band Berneice, sweet Berneice Get a real job let the guitar go There ain't no future in this rock-n-roll So go for your guitars, go for your guns Better think twice it's three against one Take your best shot it's a showdown now Berneice, sweet Berneice Oh, Berneice won't you play for me A guitar woman needs a guitar man One without the other, neither one of them can stand Remember where we came from we can do it all again So thanks to all you people, give youselves a hand Berneice, sweet Berneice Berneice, won't you play for me