Taste It

La la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la Just to taste it, you want it No questions, no drama There's a chink in your armor And you cannot be broken You're dropping the ocean Now the wheels are in motion 'Cause you just can't help

I've been here from Kentucky, Have a guitar but have no money That don't mean that I've been blue. But listen here, 'cause I'm telling you. Meet me at the railroad when I'm all alone, See me at the station when I'm on my own. I've been here from Kent