Happy Birthday, James

James Taylor was born today in 1948, in Boston, Massachusetts, although he grew up in Chapel Hill, North Carolina.

Last year I gave you Copperline, the year before My Traveling Star, the year before that Circles Around the Sun, and before that Fire and Rain. This year, another of my favorites:


Country Road

Take to the highway, won't you lend me your name
Your way and my way seem to be one and the same

Mamma don't understand it
She wants to know where I've been
I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool
To want to pass that way again
But you know I could feel it
On a country road

Sail on home to Jesus, won't you, good girls and boys
I'm all in pieces, you can have your own choice
But I can hear a heavenly band full of angels
And they're coming to set me free
I don't know nothing 'bout the why or when
But I can tell that it's bound to be
Because I could feel it, child, yeah
On a country road

I guess my feet know where they want me to go
Walking on a country road

Take to the highway, won't you lend me your name
Your way and my way seem to be one and the same, child
Mamma don't understand it
She wants to know where I've been
I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool
To want to pass that way again
But I could feel it
On a country road

Walk on down, walk on down, walk on down
Walk on down, walk on down a country road
country road
Walking on a country road