Take It To The Limit, by the Eagles.
I mean, look, I don’t actually hate the Eagles? Like, I get it, Dude, that night, I would also have much preferred, say, Townes van Zandt to the Eagles, but I also believe in respecting the cab driver’s choice of music. I think things are different in the Uber/Lyft era, but still.
This song is one of literally ten thousand Eagles songs that were unavoidable on the radio for like the first 18 years of my life, and the whole time/money/love bit is pretty cool, as is the B7/Em (uh, or whatever it is in this key with the capo on 4).
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Recorded in a cabin in the Smokies while the kids play air hockey upstairs (you can absolutely hear them in the background). I would’ve taken the guitar outside, but it rained while we were at the grocery store, and all the decks — including the most obvious bear viewing platform — are wet.