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British Lions - Big Drift Away lyrics
(john fiddler) Thinkin' about my past, and i can't help myself Feelin' like an unwritten book sitting on the author's shelf Let the printer set the type, 'n even roll the press Writer, write your story and get me outta this mess! All of the prophecies written in the fortune stars Race through my mind in anarchy like railroads of colliding cars I live like a mirage, and i live like a dream Many people think that they know me, but they're only outside lookin' in 'n i've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long So you can't turn my pages or read between my lines Till the birds have fled their cages 'n there ain't no more gold to find Let the fiddler play until the break o' day Hand me that bottle boys and let me drift away Big drift away!!! I've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long I've been travelling, travelling for so long Big drift away!!! |
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