Song | The Land of Go |
Artist | April March |
Album | Paris in April |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Come with me, honey, | |
To the land of go. | |
Ain’t stoppin’ nowhere, | |
Ain’t goin’ slow. | |
There’s wheat and thistle, | |
In the land of go, | |
And many gristle, | |
By the fire’s glow. | |
You’ll feel so woozy, | |
Come along with me. | |
The Earth looks juicy, | |
Underneath your feet. | |
Hoot owl and possum, | |
Will guide you there, | |
Past yawning chasm, | |
And hornet’s lair. | |
Down by the corn wall, | |
On a morning glee, | |
Here come us singing, | |
While the backhoes cree. | |
You’ll find your quarters, | |
Underneath a tree. | |
Just hang your chainmail, | |
In the salty breeze. | |
Touch not the dial, | |
On the radio. | |
Its set for laughter, | |
Anywhere you go. | |
Won’t you come with me, | |
To the land of go? | |
Just put your hat on, | |
Cuz it’s time to go. |
Come with me, honey, | |
To the land of go. | |
Ain' t stoppin' nowhere, | |
Ain' t goin' slow. | |
There' s wheat and thistle, | |
In the land of go, | |
And many gristle, | |
By the fire' s glow. | |
You' ll feel so woozy, | |
Come along with me. | |
The Earth looks juicy, | |
Underneath your feet. | |
Hoot owl and possum, | |
Will guide you there, | |
Past yawning chasm, | |
And hornet' s lair. | |
Down by the corn wall, | |
On a morning glee, | |
Here come us singing, | |
While the backhoes cree. | |
You' ll find your quarters, | |
Underneath a tree. | |
Just hang your chainmail, | |
In the salty breeze. | |
Touch not the dial, | |
On the radio. | |
Its set for laughter, | |
Anywhere you go. | |
Won' t you come with me, | |
To the land of go? | |
Just put your hat on, | |
Cuz it' s time to go. |
Come with me, honey, | |
To the land of go. | |
Ain' t stoppin' nowhere, | |
Ain' t goin' slow. | |
There' s wheat and thistle, | |
In the land of go, | |
And many gristle, | |
By the fire' s glow. | |
You' ll feel so woozy, | |
Come along with me. | |
The Earth looks juicy, | |
Underneath your feet. | |
Hoot owl and possum, | |
Will guide you there, | |
Past yawning chasm, | |
And hornet' s lair. | |
Down by the corn wall, | |
On a morning glee, | |
Here come us singing, | |
While the backhoes cree. | |
You' ll find your quarters, | |
Underneath a tree. | |
Just hang your chainmail, | |
In the salty breeze. | |
Touch not the dial, | |
On the radio. | |
Its set for laughter, | |
Anywhere you go. | |
Won' t you come with me, | |
To the land of go? | |
Just put your hat on, | |
Cuz it' s time to go. |