Ghost Rider JFK I got all y?all man Jon Records I see you Chev5 Eric Sheffield Boe Banks Mom Dad My brother Obama Tom Hanks Drew Sag Eddie Harris Taylor
shoot craps, a brand new rap means a brand new gat, some rather sit around and snitch like rats, aint no tellin' where im at on the map, my chuck taylors
By ginger baker and mike taylor It is a cold winter, Away is the songbird. And gone is her traveller, She waits at home. The sun is on holiday, No leaves
By ginger baker and mike taylor Pressed rat and warthog have closed down their shop. They didn't want to; 'twas all they had got. Selling atonal apples
By ginger baker and mike taylor When the city of atlantis stood serene above the sea, Long time before our time when the world was free, Those were the
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
(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
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
(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) 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 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) Ronnie stood beneath the movie marquee His memories all curled up inside He was trying to remember Was it August or September He'd seen
And 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
