Lyrics Gunga Din.lrc The Byrds
[id: pshjuhzw]
[ar: The Byrds]
[al: Ballad Of Easy Rider [Remastered]]
[ti: Gunga Din]
[length: 03:06]
[00:09.61]I’m writing this here letter from aboard a DC-8
[00:13.18]Heading into Angel Town, I hope it’s not too late
[00:33.87]It rained in New York City
[00:38.10]Mister Rock ‘n’ Roll couldn’t stay
[00:42.21]The crowd was mad and we were had
[00:46.20]Chasing the sun back to L.A.
[00:56.62]Have breakfest with me mamma
[01:00.79]I hope they’ll let us in
[01:04.96]Got a leather jacket on
[01:08.92]I know that it’s a sin
[01:14.93]Gunga Din
[01:22.05]Sitting backwards on this airplane, is bound to make me sick
[01:30.70]Spend your life on a DC-8, never get to bed
[01:38.21]Settle down (settle down)
[01:48.64]Now we’re over Kansas, where the clouds are floating by
[01:56.50]The whole wide world looks back at me
[02:00.34]Just like a mushroom pie I wonder why
[02:09.93]Have breakfest with me mamma
[02:14.27]I hope they’ll let us in
[02:18.31]Got a leather jacket on
[02:22.24]I know that it’s a sin
[02:27.13]Gunga Din
[02:35.74]Year of Release: 1969