Soberano;646614 wrote: I like the romantic stuff, I was only joking kind of thing, the slower the easier you know.

It used to pull the birds now it just pulls a muscle.
That brings back old memories. When I was young my friends sister played the guitar and sang so very low you could hardly hear. You had to be quiet. And she was such a knockout. But she was older than I and married too. Alas.
"You told me I was your darling
You kept me hanging around
But somebody else is your darling
So lonesome and blue I'll be found
Once as I walked by your window
under the light of the stars
Somebody else played my lovesong
Played it on my old guitar.
Down the trail of aching hearts
Where nobodys hiding their tears
You sent me there, where lonesome starts
Down the trail of aching hearts."
Best I can recall.