Biography:
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.
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Low down leaving sun, I've done
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did everything that needs done
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Woe is me, why can't I see
E A
I best be leaving well enough alone
D D7
Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights
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Keep a huanting me a memories
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There's one in every crowd, for crying out loud
E A
Why was it always turning out be me
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Where does it go, the good Lord only knows
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It seems like it was just the other day
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I was down in Green Gables, hawking them tables
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And generally blowing all my hard earned pay
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Piany rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes
D7 G
There weren't another other way to be
G7 D B7
For loveable losers, and no account boozers
E A D
And honky tonk heroes like me
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Where does it go, the good Lord only knows
D7 G
It seems like it was just the other day
G7 D B7
I was down in Green Gables, hawking them tables
E A
And generally blowing all my hard earned pay
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Piany rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes
D7 G
There weren't another other way to be
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For loveable losers, and no account boozers
E A D
And honky tonk heroes like me
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Where does it go, the good Lord only knows
D7 G
It seems like it was just the other day
G7 D B7
I was down in Green Gables, hawking them tables
E A
And generally blowing all my hard earned pay
D
Piany rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes
D7 G
There weren't another other way to be
G7 D B7
For loveable losers, and no account boozers
E A D
And honky tonk heroes like me
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D D7
Low down leaving sun, I've done
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did everything that needs done
G7 D B7
Woe is me, why can't I see
E A
I best be leaving well enough alone
D D7
Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights
G
Keep a huanting me a memories
G7 D B7
There's one in every crowd, for crying out loud
E A
Why was it always turning out be me
D
Where does it go, the good Lord only knows
D7 G
It seems like it was just the other day
G7 D B7
I was down in Green Gables, hawking them tables
E A
And generally blowing all my hard earned pay
D
Piany rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes
D7 G
There weren't another other way to be
G7 D B7
For loveable losers, and no account boozers
E A D
And honky tonk heroes like me
D
Where does it go, the good Lord only knows
D7 G
It seems like it was just the other day
G7 D B7
I was down in Green Gables, hawking them tables
E A
And generally blowing all my hard earned pay
D
Piany rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes
D7 G
There weren't another other way to be
G7 D B7
For loveable losers, and no account boozers
E A D
And honky tonk heroes like me
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Where does it go, the good Lord only knows
D7 G
It seems like it was just the other day
G7 D B7
I was down in Green Gables, hawking them tables
E A
And generally blowing all my hard earned pay
D
Piany rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes
D7 G
There weren't another other way to be
G7 D B7
For loveable losers, and no account boozers
E A D
And honky tonk heroes like me
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