rue de la guitare
Singer:buffett, jimmy
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
like melodies that never fade
b-girls perform their masquerades
pigale is still a strange bizarre
down on 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
i read the wood and felt the scars
they spoke of nights in smoky bars
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