Bonamassa blues

(Verse 1) Dusty room, warm lamplight glow, Four old friends in a steady row. Cracked leather chairs and a well-worn floor, Same as it was twenty years before. (Chorus) Bonamassa blues on the record player, Each note a memory, a time traveler. Laugh lines deepen, stories unfold, Silver in their hair, hearts of gold. (Verse 2) Remember that summer, wild and free? Chasing dreams by the old oak tree. First loves, lost loves, lessons learned, The pages of life, forever turned. (Chorus) Bonamassa blues on the record player, Each note a memory, a time traveler. Laugh lines deepen, stories unfold, Silver in their hair, hearts of gold. (heavenly guitar solo) (Chorus) Bonamassa blues on the record player, Each note a memory, a time traveler. Laugh lines deepen, stories unfold, Silver in their hair, hearts of gold.