Me and T-Bone on the road to town, it's like I'm walking with a talking machine. Just as soon as he thinks of something else, he won't wait to interrupt
Me and t-bone on the road to town It's like I'm walking with a talking machine Just as soon as he thinks of something else He won't wait to interrupt
Traduzione: Taylor, James. T-bone.
: Me and T-Bone on the road to town, it's like I'm walking with a talking machine. Just as soon as he thinks of something else, he won't wait to interrupt
lot, David Taylor [Chorus] [Hawk] I hit the highway Everything's my way, I par-le Everyday all day, ain't no way Boys can't stop as I slide through
(James Taylor) Hey mister that's me up on the jukebox I'm the one singing this sad song And I cry every time that you slip in one more dime And play
sent a shock thru the city I wasn't shocked what would've shocked me if she kissed Missy and the south made a come back Note to BET I don't wanna see Bone
James Taylor Hey mister, that's me up on the jukebox I'm the one that's singing this sad song Well, I'll cry everytime that you slip in one more dime
all night the day I left The weather was bone dry The sun was so hot I froze myself Suzanne, don't you go on and cry I said, Oh, Suzannah Now, don't
naked lady on the hood, I feel like boys ain't no where near my caliber I'm years ahead of yall and you ain't no where near my calendar Went from the
'm fading away Well, it's hard to find a label For this feeling in my bones That this is all a make-believe But my cards are on the table And there ain't
mostly flesh and bones And he is mostly wood Never does grow impatient For the changes I don't know, no If he can't go to heaven Maybe, I don't want
do not move They have nowhere to go I've been talking to a friend of mine He says making money's just a waste of time He's a lazy gent, he don't pay
from the loving cup Making that face carved out of stone Coping real hard with a losing hand Sound of a dog choking on a chicken bone It just can't
that naked lady on the hood, I feel like boys ain't no where near my caliber I'm years ahead of yall and you ain't no where near my calendar Went from
: (James Taylor) Hey mister that's me up on the jukebox I'm the one singing this sad song And I cry every time that you slip in one more dime And play
