...I just heard James Taylor's Steamroller Blues (lyrics below). An excellent version, but not as good as the one I heard Jimmy Hay do, sitting cross-legged by a campfire in front of a tent, pitched next to a crick (in my family, we NEVER called them a "creek", okay?) in Richmond, Michigan, around midnight in the summer of 1973, with just his six-string... Afterwards, it was the first time I ever saw the Northern Lights...
Ah, memories...
God bless you, Jimmy, wherever the hell you are...
STEAMROLLER BLUES
~James Taylor
Well, I'm a steamroller, baby
I'm bound to roll all over you
Yes, I'm a steamroller now, baby
I'm bound to roll all over you
I'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock 'n roll
And shoot you full of rhythm and blues
Well, I'm a cement mixer
A churning urn of burning funk
Yes, I'm a cement mixer for you, baby
A churning urn of burning funk
Well, I'm a demolition derby (yeah)
A hefty hunk of steaming junk
Now, I'm a napalm bomb, baby
Just guaranteed to blow your mind
Yeah, I'm a napalm bomb for you, baby
Oh, guaranteed, just guaranteed to blow your mind
And if I can't have your love for my own (now)
Sweet child, won't be nothing left behind
It seems how lately, baby
Got a bad case steamroller blues
counting flowers on the wall, that don't... oh, sorry. Was that version on the on the bootleg Jimmy album?
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