stack money with my New York click Yeah! I'm on my New York shit I rep the Giants, the Jets, New York Knicks Taylor made clothin with my New York stitch
your subscribal secruity co-[4 beeps] You have messages [beep] [Jesse Taylor: talking] Yo Kaos this yo people J.T., Jesse Taylor man Where you at man
(Lyle Lovett and Eric Taylor) I said I don't like hippies And I don't like cornbread And I don't like much I said I don't hippies And I don't like cornbread
(Eric Taylor) The sun went down like a curtain Memphis looks bigger at night All the tatooed boys in uniform Step in and out of the light She bought
(By Nanci Griffith & Eric Taylor) Down at the station the tracks are cold The wheels of thunder, they roll no more And the heart of America cries for
(By Eric Taylor) Well, the good times scratched a laugh From the lungs of the young men In a Deadwood saloon, South Dakota afternoon And the old ones
(By Eric Taylor) As quiet as a street lamp This is some kinda town Whiskey go easy When the sun goes down My best to the midnight... God, look at the
(By Eric Taylor) Ronnie stood beneath the movie marquee His memories all curled up inside He was trying to remember Was it August or September He'd
you want to come visit me in california I would be open to spending time with you And finding out how old you were when you wrote your first song Dear eric