Texty:
Danko Rick

It makes no difference where I turn Can't get over you and the flame still burns And it makes no difference, night or day Shadows never seem to fade away

Ten years ago on a cold dark night There was someone killed 'neath the town hall lights There were few at the scene but they all agree That the slayer

I was in Woodstock the day Rick Danko died. I climbed up on a barstool beside a perfect stranger and both of us cried. He said he was a guitar man- used

I was in Woodstock the day Rick Danko died. I climbed up on a barstool beside a perfect stranger and both of us cried. He said he was a guitar man-