"Drift Away" - Dobie Gray
Day after day I'm more confused
Yet I look for the light through the pouring rain
You know that's a game that I hate to lose
And I'm feeling the strain
Ain't it a shame?
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock-n-roll and drift away
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock-n-roll and drift away
Beginning to think that I'm wasting time
I don't understand the things I do
The world outside looks so unkind
And I'm counting on you to carry me through
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock-n-roll and drift away
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock-n-roll and drift away
And when my mind is free
You know a melody can soothe me
And when I'm feeling blue
The guitar's coming through to soothe me
Thanks for the joy that you're giving me
I want you to know I believe in your song
And rhythm and rhyme and harmony
You help me along
You're making me strong
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock-n-roll and drift away
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock-n-roll and drift away
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock-n-roll and drift away
Give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock-n-roll and drift away
Won't you take me
Take me
"Marrakesh Express" - Crosby, Stills, and Nash
Looking at the world through the sunset in your eyes
Traveling the train through clear Moroccan skies
Ducks and pigs and chickens call
Animal carpets wall-to-wall
American ladies five foot tall in blue
Sweeping cobwebs from the edges of my mind
Had to get away to see what we could find
Hope the days look bright ahead
Bring us back to where they've led
Listen up to what's been said to you
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express?
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express?
They're taking me to Marrakesh
All aboard that train
All aboard that train
I've been saving all my money to take you there
I smell the garden in your hair
Take the train from Casablanca going south
Blowing smoke rings from the corner of my mouth
Coloured cottons hang in the air
Charming cobras in the square
Striped djellebas we can where at home
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express?
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express?
They're taking me to Marrakesh
All aboard that train
All aboard that train
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express?
Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh Express?
They're taking me to Marrakesh
All aboard that train
All aboard that train
14 September 2007
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