Ride
Mama’s weeping in the back yard
Because daddy’s gone again
To the entrance of the freeway
Hitching rides to Amsterdam
Won’t we take him for a ride
Underneath the pale moon light
Come on daddy, hop inside
You won’t have to find your
Way back home tonight
There’s farm hand that’s gone missing
According to the evening news
On the Brandenburgian low lands
Even cow girls get the blues
Won’t we take her for a ride
Underneath the pale moon light
Come on Sissy, hop inside
We won’t have to find our
Way back home tonight
© 2012 Tobias Panwitz
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Oh tell me friend
Something I don’t know
Where we can
Let our feelings show
Like a man
Way down south I know a place where
Heaven burns one down with hell
Where the echoes never faded
And where Great Pan used to dwell
Won’t we go there for a ride
Underneath the pale moon light
Everybody hop inside
We won’t have to find our
Way back home tonight
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