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Byrds - Gunga Din
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Written by gene parsons Im writing this here letter from aboard a dc8 Heading into angel town, I hope its not too late It rained in new york city Mister rock n roll couldnt stay The crowd was mad and we were had Chasing the sun back to l.a. Have breakfest with me mamma I hope theyll let us in Got a leather jacket on I know that its a sin Gunga din Sitting backwards on this airplane, is bound to make me sick Spend your life on a dc8, never get to bed Settle down (settle down) Now were over kansas, where the clouds are floating by The whole wide world looks back at me Just like a mushroom pie I wonder why Have breakfest with me mamma I hope theyll let us in Got a leather jacket on I know that its a sin Gunga din
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