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American Goldwing Lyrics - Artist : Blitzen Trapper
We ride these waters dark and dusty
So ride my people ride With your muskets aimed at the falling rain 'Cause the city ain't no place to hide Oh my sister's in the boat behind Baby, curse the crime My lovers mind is made, is made And I think it's time to get on board I left my home and all my money To wrestlin' with the wind On a old gold wing Gon' cross the ocean 'Cause I heard that its a heck of a swim Oh my sisters left to be an indian's bride Baby curse the times made me curse the tides that's right, left right Ain't it funny how the time just flies Oh lord, oh lord Don't you think it's time to get on board? Well my gasket's blown from strikin' the stone Gonna curse the cave where I was made I know, I know I'll be stayin' if the wind don't blow Oh lord, oh lord You know I guess I better get on board Did you haunt the gold wing 1980? Ride my baby, ride We rode so low past the devil's kid And then up through the valley below Oh my sisters playin' in a rock and roll band Made me curse the sky, curse the land It's true, it's true That I'm only just passin' through Oh lord, oh lord And I think its time to get on board I know, I know I'll be stayin' if the wind don't blow Oh lord, oh lord Ya know I think its time to get on board |
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