Lyrics:

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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 and roll band

Berneice, sweet Berneice

Get a real job, let the guitar go
There ain't no future in this rock and 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 ya play it for me? Ow


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 yourselves a hand, oh

Berneice, sweet Berneice
Oh Berneice, won't ya play it for me?
Berneice, sweet Berneice
Oh Berneice, won't ya play it for me?

Oh Berneice, honey