Belle Guitare by Corinna Rose Lyrics

Went out to the Rockies
Fled my church and my family
With nothing but a bicycle
And a pretty penny
All I want right now is a less simple life than I have

Woke up one morning
Smoke was swirling ‘round the skyline
Burned it all with my cigarette
Except a pair of boxers
And you ma belle guitare

Chorus:
But how can a story oh so pretty
Make me feel so goddamned ugly
And how can a story oh so pretty
Make me feel

So I got held up by a druggie
He accused me of stealing
Held a knife up to my throat
Can you see the scar where I was bleeding?
All I want right now is a less simple life than I hve
I told my girl that she was slipping
Through my fingers I couldn’t hold her
I made eyes with another
But I swear I didn’t touch her
All I want right now is a less simple life than I have