Lyrics:
the Eastern Girl.
Folks that stand upon the grass
Majestic men in council
Saya, saya, said the Eastern Girl.
Flowers falling upon my feet
Past the bleeding
that stand upon the grass
Majestic men in council
Saya, saya, said the Eastern Girl.
Flowers falling upon my feet
Past the bleeding abbey
Saya, saya,
There in the hearts of eastern europe
There's a woman who thinks herself to be a Slav but is not a Slav and who betrays some people for no reason
We have
There's a shotgun beside my bed,
This is my country, where I was born and bred,
But I am sure, as the willow will grow,
That eastern wind is going
kicked 'em dead in Santa Fe
Sung in North and South Dakota
And eastern Oklahoma
And a TV show out in L.A.
They got the hats and boots
And them country
Golden dragonfly
Golden dragonfly
High up in the eastern sky
Golden dragonfly
Tell me where youve been
About the countries that youve seen
carte de monde ?
Pourquoi ne voit-on pas ce qu'il s'y passe ?
Ce qu'il s'y passe.
Eastern Congo are you still there in the east ?
Is the Congo still
of The Eastern Pines
Like a freight train coming
It happened so fast
Little children crying in the rain
Helpless in the aftermath
People’s lives were scattered
along the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
As you ramble across the country
a lot of guile
Well he comes from a state in deep red south
Slicked back hair and words of fire
Brimstone preached even from the choir
A television
Get me back to Tennessee I'm homesick for my sunny overgrown country town
I thought I'd like to be a westcoast cowboy but I got lonely as the sun
the country to discover what's inside
Coulda done that shit in Jersey
But I've got a life to live on eastern standard time
My Face ID won't recognize me any
the woodland o'er the hills and by the shore
Hear the mighty rush of the engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call
As you ramble across the country on that Wabash
land
And singing hallelujah, with a bible in his hand
Well he came out with his father, when he was fifteen
Out into the country, white man had rarely
and reckoned it was great
From quay up to canberra
And the western eastern states
Bet your life australia it's bloody bonza mate
And then he really got stuck in
And Stalin's sailing away, turning a blind eye
At the Yalta Conference in '45
The Big Three met up and tried to decide
Eastern Europe's fate without it getting
You cannot stop that
Blind loyalty is not a tool we use to use you
You'd die for this country and you'd kill for it too
Although our middle eastern
Ya see I
Grew up in a small row home
Not some trailer, like you southern boys own
In a quiet little town, in eastern PA
We wore, jean jackets,
said they across this mighty land
From the eastern shore to the western strand
Bring in the workers and bring up the rails
We gotta lay down
said they across this mighty land
From the eastern shore to the western strand
Bring in the workers and bring up the rails
We gotta lay down
She was something very special to me
The kind of girl you'd like to see
In a movie or a rosary
She could be straight-laced or homespun
Up until one century ago there lived,
In the Zi Duang provence of eastern country
A glass-like spider.
Having devoured its prey it would drape
of my strategy and my natural intuition
Look around town, I’m the most underrated
Consultant, Forbes writer and I’m Georgetown-graduated
Middle Eastern in
the Eastern world
American soldiers land on Vietnam for the first time
This involvement changes the way society views war
The country just barely survived
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