[ Gunja Din von Byrds ]


 

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I'm writing this here letter from aboard a DC8
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Heading into Angel town I hope it's not too late     Mmm Mmm


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It rained in New York City
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Mr rock n roll couldn't stay
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The crowd was mad and we were  had
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Chasing the sun back to L.A.     Mmm Mmm


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Have breakfast with me mamma I hope they'll let us in
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Got a leather jacket on I know that it's a sin 
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Gunga Din


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Sitting backwards on this airplane is bound to make me sick
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Spend your life on a DC8
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Never get to bed settle down settle down and Hum  Hum


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Now we're over Kansas  where the clouds are  floating by
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The whole wide world looks back at me
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Just like a mushroom pie I wonder why


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Have breakfast with me mamma I hope they'll let us in
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Got a leather jacket on, I know that it's a sin 
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Gunga Din