Letras:
James Taylor Live At The Troubadour

you, now, Machine Gun. The government boys they came for Machine Gun, took the poor boy away. Stuck him in a hole in Leavenworth prison where he lived

: (performed with Carole King) Something in the way she moves, or looks my way, or calls my name that seems to leave this troubled world behind. And

really did try to make it Something inside has died And I can't hide and I just can't fake it It used to be so easy living here with you You were light

baby James. Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose, won't you let me go down in my dreams? And rock-a-bye sweet baby James. Now the first of December

: (performed with Carole King) Now Smackwater Jack, he bought a shotgun 'Cause he was in the mood for a little confrontation He just let it all hang

You've got to help me make a stand. You've just got to see me through another day. My body's aching and my time is at hand and I won't make it any other

: (performed with Carole King) When you're down and troubled and you need a helping hand and nothing, whoa, nothing is going right. Close your eyes

Blossom, smile some sunshine down my way lately, I've been lonesome. Blossom, it's been much too long a day, seems my dreams have frozen, melt my cares

Though we really did try to make it Something inside has died and I can't hide And I just can't fake it It used to be so easy living here with you You