American Goldwing - Blitzen Trapper

we ride these waters dark and dusty

so ride my people ride

with your muskets aimed at the falling rain

cuz 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 wrestlin with the wind

on a lone gold wing

gon' cross the ocean

cuz I heard that its 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

ain’t it funny how the time just flies

oh lord, oh lord

don’t you think it’s time toget on board?

well my gaskets blown from strikin the stone

gunna curse the cave where I was made

I know, I know

I’m stayin 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 (I absolutely cannot understand the words right here)

and then up through the valley below

oh my sisters playin 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 passin through

oh lord, oh lord

and I think its time to get on board

I know, I know

I’m stayin if the wind don’t blow

oh no, oh no

ya know I think its time to get on board