Standard (EADGBE)

We ride these waters dark and dusty

 So ride my people ride

 With your muskets aimed at the falling rain

 Cause the city aint no place to hide

 Oh my sisters in the boat behind baby,

Curse the crimes

 My lovers mind is made, is made

 And I think its time we get on board

 I left my home and all my money to

Rustling with the wind

 On an lone goldwing goin cross the ocean

 Cause I heard that its a heck of a swim

 Well my sister left to be an Indians bride

Curse the times made me

Curse the tides that rise that ride

 Aint it funny how the time just flies

 Oh lord Oh lord Well I think its time we get on board

 Well my gaskets blown from striking the stone

Curse the cave where I was made

I know I know Ill be staying if the wind dont blow

Oh lord oh lord I think its time we get on board.

 So get your Harley Goldwing 1980

Ride my baby ride

Oh so low pass the devils gate

 And up through the valley below

 Well my sisters playing in a rock n roll band

 Baby curse the sky, Curse the land

 Its true its true that Im only just passing through

 Oh lord, oh lord I think its time to get on board

 I know I know Ill be staying if the wind dont blow

 Oh lord oh lord I think its time to get on board.