Well, I had to go down and see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith A nasty, dirty, double-crossin’, backstabbin’ phony I…
Redirecting to a newer version of this post.... Crickets are chirpin’, the water is high There’s a soft cotton dress…
You got a lotta nerve To say you are my friend When I was down You just stood there grinning…
Hazel, dirty-blonde hair I wouldn’t be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere You got something I want plenty of…
Since Prairie Wind is a return to the soft, lush country-rock sound of Harvest; since Neil Young suffered a brain…