Blitzen Trapper - American Goldwing Lyrics
We ride these waters dark and dustySo ride my people rideWith your muskets aimed at the falling rainCause the city ain't no place to hideOh my sister's in the boat behindBaby, curse the crimeMy lover's mind is made, is madeAnd I think it's time to get on boardI left my home and all my moneyTo wrestlin' with the windOn an old GoldwingGon' cross the oceanCuz I heard that it's a heck of a swimOh my sister's left to be an Indian brideBaby curse the times made me curse the tides that riseThat riseAin't it funny how the time just fliesOh lord, oh lordDon't you think it's time to get on board?Well my gasket's blown from strikin' the stoneGonna curse the cave where I was madeI know, I knowI'm stayin' if the wind don't blowOh lord, oh lordYou know I guess I better get on boardGet your Honda Goldwing 1980Ride my baby, rideWe rode so low past the devils gettin' her up through the valley belowOh my sisters playin' in a rock and roll bandMade me curse the sky, curse the landIt's true, it's trueThat I'm only just passin' throughOh lord, oh lordAnd I think it's time to get on boardI know, I knowI'm stayin' if the wind don't blowOh no, oh noYou know I think it's time to get on board
