Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Taylor John , by - Kelly Joe Phelps. Song from the album Sky Like A Broken Clock, in the genre БлюзRelease date: 09.07.2001
Record label: Rykodisc
Song language: English
Taylor John |
| 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 37 yesterday and she’ll be 21 |
| 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 |