Rue De La Guitare Lyrics - Songs From St. Somewhere - Jimmy Buffett

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 

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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 

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Now over here, people sing 

"Comment ca va, monsieur Buffett? 

Un verre de vin, une chanson a jouer" 

Vive Rue de la Guitare