G,C,GG C We ride these waters dark and dustyG C So ride my people rideG C With your muskets aimed at the falling rainAm G Dm Cause the city aint no place to hideC G Oh my sisters in the boat behind baby,C G Curse the crimesC G Dm F My lovers mind is made, is madeC G And I think its time we get on boardG,C,G,CA D I left my home and all my money toA D Rustling with the windA A/Ab A/F# A/E On an lone goldwing goin cross the oceanBm A E Cause I heard that its a heck of a swimD A Well my sister left to be an Indians brideD A Curse the times made meD A Em G Curse the tides that rise that rideD A Aint it funny how the time just fliesEm G D A Oh lord Oh lord Well I think its time we get on boardD A Well my gaskets blown from striking the stoneD A D A Curse the cave where I was madeEm G D A I know I know Ill be staying if the wind dont blowEm G D A Oh lord oh lord I think its time we get on board.A D So get your Harley Goldwing 1980A D Ride my baby rideA A/Ab A/F# A/E Oh so low pass the devils gateBm A E And up through the valley belowD A Well my sisters playing in a rock n roll bandD A D A Baby curse the sky, Curse the landEm G D A Its true its true that Im only just passing throughEm G D A Oh lord, oh lord I think its time to get on boardEm G D A I know I know Ill be staying if the wind dont blowEm G D A Oh lord oh lord I think its time to get on board.
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