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Saturday, July 08, 2006
Posted
1:13 PM
by Bonnie
I wrote a little poem about his playing which I will post here to give you an idea of what you will find. Hope to see some of my Sumter friends there next Friday. He Made That Guitar Sing By Bonnie Johnson (Rivas) I went to listen to his music, Someone told me he was good, Said he could really make, A guitar take off and sing. Looking like a young Chris Christopherson, He brought those strings to life, And made that guitar laugh and cry, And yes, he made it sing. As the sun set on pale pink skies, He transported us in time, To smoky rooms and champagne bubbles, His riffs did dance and sing, Right through your soul, To tapping feet and hands, Sitting still was not an option, When he made that guitar sing. When he put his guitar down, You knew you hadn’t had enough, He left you wanting just, Once more to hear that guitar sing. Walking out into the night, The crescent moon above, His music echoed in the air, Yes, he made that guitar sing. So come on out and here Robert Gibbs and his singing guitar!
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