We ride these waters dark and dusty
So ride my people ride
With your muskets aimed at the falling rain
Cause the city aint no place to hide
Oh my sisters in the boat behind baby,
Curse the crimes
My lovers mind is made, is made
And I think its time we get on board
I left my home and all my money to
Rustling with the wind
On an lone goldwing goin cross the ocean
Cause I heard that its a heck of a swim
Well my sister left to be an Indians bride
Curse the times made me
Curse the tides that rise that ride
Aint it funny how the time just flies
Oh lord Oh lord Well I think its time we get on board
Well my gaskets blown from striking the stone
Curse the cave where I was made
I know I know Ill be staying if the wind dont blow
Oh lord oh lord I think its time we get on board.
So get your Harley Goldwing 1980
Ride my baby ride
Oh so low pass the devils gate
And up through the valley below
Well my sisters playing in a rock n roll band
Baby curse the sky, Curse the land
Its true its true that Im only just passing through
Oh lord, oh lord I think its time to get on board
I know I know Ill be staying if the wind dont blow
Oh lord oh lord I think its time to get on board.