Jackson Taylor is a story teller, plain and simple. Jackson Taylor tells stories about what he knows -- life. Jackson’s lyrics paint tales of lives filled with passion and joy as much as of a life tainted by sorrow and disappointment – his life. Jackson sings of heaven and hell, beauty and grit – Jackson sings of real life. Born one of eleven siblings to parents of migrant workers, his life began in Moody, Texas, a small town just north of Austin.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
VERSE: E Well here I come again on a Staurday night AE With a body built to fight
E I been puttin' on muscle B Just to tussle all night with you
E I want to spin you around them hardwood floors AE All I want is what you got and more
E You're as pretty as a month full of paychecks BE And get me higher then an ice cold brew
CHORUS: E And so here's to the outlaw women
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AE Yeah, the ones who like to get it on
E Well here's to all those sweet young things B They were worth it to wait so long
E Hell and here's to the smokin' hot mama AE With the baby on her hip
E They come in so many shapes and sizes BE And everyone's a perfect fit BE And everyone's a perfect fit BE And everyone's a perfect fit EBE Call it off