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• Artiste: Kelly Joe Phelps
• Titre: Taylor John
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Taylor had a wife, she was married to the mirror Make her glass-eyed lover buy a drink and then another round 'Round the kitchen table lined with cigarettes from years ago Last night one fell onto the floor, yeah, to the floor, yeah, to the floor Taylor used to marvel at the way the music sounded She drifted down the carpet-bag to put another lamp shade on There she was so young and pretty holding out her hand To the last five years that livin' took away, away, hey, yeah, hey, yeah It's a scavenger hunt in the best of times A one-armed man with a box of dimes Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll Yeah, throw the stick and let the bulldog roll Taylor's thirty seven yesterday and she'll be twenty one An asphalt rhododendron where she fell across the car Pocketbook explodin' with the money of delusion Winks her smokin' yellowed eyes and rolls snakes along the floor Hey, hey, hmm, yeah, along the floor It's a scavenger hunt in the best of times A one-armed man with a box of dimes Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll, yeah Partin' like tomorrow is a vestibule of commerce "No regret", says I, says she, "Waltzin' to the ice machine" Where another hotel key has left a scar upon the soul Her feet are nimble still when she wants she can go Hey, yeah, she can go, hey, hey, yes, she can go It's a scavenger hunt in the best of times A one-armed man with a box of dimes Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll, oh, yeah, oh, yeah Come all you little sailors with a penchant for the sea Look way down below for Taylor John he wants to be like me Drownin' in the water, got his collar turned up cool Tries to breathe now like a wretched stain and floats like a fool Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Scavenger hunt in the best of times A one-armed man with a box of dimes Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll, yeah Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll Getting throw the stick and let the bulldog roll Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll, yeah Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll Throw the stick and let the bulldog Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll, yeah I'll throw the stick and let the bulldog roll Throw the stick and let the bulldog roll