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Taylor
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Taylor è stato pubblicato il 1 gennaio 2003 da Jack Johnson come parte dell'album On and On
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Taylor è stata scoperta più frequentemente a circa 40 secondi dall'inizio la canzone durante la settimana passata
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Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jack Johnson
Jack Johnson
Vocals, Guitar
Adam Topol
Adam Topol
Drums, Percussion
Merlo Podlewski
Merlo Podlewski
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Johnson
Jack Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Planet Hemp
Planet Hemp
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Engineer
Robert Carranza
Robert Carranza
Mixing Engineer, Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer

Testi

[Verse 1]
They say, Taylor was a good girl, never one to be late
Complain, express ideas in her brain
Working on the night shift, passing out the tickets
You're gonna have to pay her, if you wanna park here
[Verse 2]
Well, mommy's little dancer has quite a little secret
Working on the streets now, never gonna keep it
It's the quite an imposition and now she's only wishing
That she would have listened to the words they said
[Verse 3]
Poor Taylor, she just wanders around, unaffected by
The winter winds, yeah, and she'll pretend that
Well, she's somewhere else, so far and clear
About two thousand miles from here
[Verse 4]
Well, Peter Patrick pitter-patters on the window
The sunny silhouette won't let him in
And poor old Pete's got nothing, 'cause he's been falling
Somehow, Sonny knows just where he's been
[Verse 5]
He thinks that singing on Sunday  gonna save his soul
Now that Saturday's gone
And sometimes he thinks that he's on his way
But I could see that his brake lights are on
[Verse 6]
He just wanders around, unaffected by
The winter winds, yeah, and he'll pretend that
Well he's somewhere else, so far and clear
About two thousand miles from here
[Verse 7]
Such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada
Giving what you gotta give to get a dollar bill
Used to be a limber chicken, times have been a tickin'
Now she's finger lickin' to the man
With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket
Only stopping by on his way to a better world
[Verse 8]
If Taylor finds a better world
Then Taylor's gonna run away
Written by: Jack Johnson
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