American Goldwing

(альбом: American Goldwing - 2011)

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 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 striking the stone
Gonna curse the cave where I was made
I know, I know
I'll be 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 past the devil's kid
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 its time to get on board
I know, I know
I'll be staying if the wind don't blow
Oh lord, oh lord
Ya know I think its time to get on board