James Taylor. There is a young cowboy he lives on the range. His horse and his cattle are his only companions. He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons.
James Taylor. Sounds of laughter here comes Sunshine. Smiling faces all around. They possess you bless you Sunshine. Now you can never let them down. I say Sunshine.
Well, I'm a steamroller, baby. I'm bound to roll all over you. Yes, I'm a steamroller, baby. I'm bound to roll all over you. I'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock 'n roll.
James Taylor. Something's wrong, that restless feeling's been preying on your mind. Road maps in a well cracked ceiling the signs aren't hard to find.