THE RAMP They’re taking down the ramp next door at Rita’s I’m no fool. I know what's going on Either she has died or she’s been taken to a home where she will waste away The boards are stacked up in the drive at Rita’s I will help Al…

SOMERTHING TO BELIEVE capo @ 2 in C C They’re rounding up the roosters down in Florida F Drowning all the snakes in New Orleans G The fires are chasing antelopes in Chyanne…

VIDEO - https://www.facebook.com/100001468692811/videos/1120270078888215/ https://www.facebook.com/true.taylor.3/videos/397153049918748 GHOST TOWN   capo @ 2 in C C Em F G C I…

I HATE GOODBYES September 8, 2017 Capo 2 IN D 
I go in the back door. Never in the front
 All of that attention is the last thing that I want
 You know what I’m talking ‘bout the kisses and the hugs
 Climbing on the furniture, tripping…

SOMETHING ABOUT THE NIGHT TIME - no Capo or Capo @ 4 (Am)Something about the (Bm)night time makes me feel alive Makes me want to sing a song. Think about my life (C)Maybe light a (D)candle. I like lemon grass (Am)Something about the (Bm…

COLORS - For Donna Roses are red. Violets are blue I could name a bunch of flowers and colors too Roses are red. Tulips are too But I could never name all the colors that look good on you CHORUS There was a time my world was black…

LANCASTER STREET - Em James Michael Taylor Midnight in COWTOWN. 90 degrees Too hot for a blanket. Too hot for a sheet The trash on the sidewalk is trying to sleep Breathing the bus fumes on Lancaster Street... Sunshine brings tacos…

I QUIT Nobody has to put up with this shit You can make your stand and tell the world, "I quit." You can do it with a gun. You can do it with a corvette But nobody has to put up with this shit. (C) 2017 Royal T Music

A song for Barbara and Jeff... When love is late it doesn’t matter It will flow back thru the cracks Be it truth or idle chatter Love shines sunshine on the facts How many chapters in the story Or how much time it spends Be it tragedy…

Em capo @ 6 Maybe I could be a potter Throwing all the words away Maybe I could learn the language of the clay Maybe I could be a potter Sweep the words out of the way Let my fingers find the music in the clay