The Holy Modal Rounders
The Holy Modal Rounders - Random Canyon songtekst
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Take me back to Random CanyonWhere the gryphon's always riffin' And the unicorn is horny in the spring Where the crystal coyote calls Over sleepy garden walls And the wireless wombat wanders on the wings And the wireless wombat wanders on the wings Near the mislocated mesa With my counterfeit contessa Who is secretary for the local Grange And the psychedelic sage Puts the cattle in a rage And the changing range is getting pretty strange And the changing range is getting pretty strange There I'll spend each golden year Watching all the cattle veer No sight I've ever seen provokes more charm Though the dragons fly by night They very seldom bite But if you mess with one he'll do you harm But if you mess with one he'll do you harm I believe I'll never leave And I know I'll never grieve When I go back to the canyon that I love Other canyons aren't as deep Their walls inclined to seep You can take your other canyons and go shove You can take your other canyons and go shove I'm a Random Canyon fan I'll mess with any man Who denies that Random Canyon is the best You will find no canyon greater Either side of the equator Random Canyon is the glory of the West Random Canyon is the glory of the West