The Byrds

The Byrds - Gunga Din lyrics

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'm writing this here letter from aboard a DC8
Heading into Angel Town, I hope it's not too late
It rained in New York City
Mister Rock 'n Roll couldn't stay
The crowd was mad and we were had
Chasing the sun back to L.A.

Have breakfest with The Monk
I hope they'll let us in
Got a leather jacket on
I know that it's 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) in the world
Now we're over Kansas, where the clouds are floating by
The whole wide world looks back at me
Just like a mushroom high, I wonder why

Have breakfest with The Monk
I hope they'll let us in
Got a leather jacket on
I know that it's a sin
Gunga Din
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Author: Gene Parsons

Composer: Gene Parssons

Publisher: Raven Records

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Released in: 2011

Language: English

Appearing on: Ballad Of Easy Rider (1969)

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