Testi:
Danko Rick

I was in Woodstock the day Rick Danko died. I climbed up on a barstool beside a perfect stranger and both of us cried. He said he was a guitar man-

Over by the wild wood Hot in summer night We lay in the tall grass 'Til the early mornin' light If I had my way I'd never get the urge to roam But a

Stopped by a diner and the blond behind the counter Asked if she could help in any way I could tell by her smile, her number I could dial If I was in

Traduzione: Rick Danko. Java Blues.