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American Goldwing - 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 wrestling with the wind
On a lone gold wing
Going cross the ocean
Cause I heard that it's a heck of a swim
Oh my sisters left to be an indians bride
Baby curse the times made me
Curse the tides that rise
That ride
Aingt it funny how the time just flies
Oh Lord oh Lord
Don't you think it's time to get on board
Well my gaskets blown from striking the stone
Gunna curse the cave where I was made
I know I know
I'm staying 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
Best let's keep them
And then up through the valley below
Oh my sisters playing 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 passing through
Oh Lord oh Lord
And I think it's time to get on board
I know I know
I'm staying if the wind don't blow
Oh no oh no
Ya know I think it's time to get on board