Lyrics:
the desert moon, we're waiting
Before the coming of the king
Beneath the desert moon that's sinking
We see the Eastern sky's on fire
This is where
Terror, death, destruction
Pour from the Eastern sands
But the truth of all predictions
Is always in your hands
No point asking when it is
No point
you think about it you know what I mean
Red black and green
If you think about it you know what I mean
Red is for the eastern side
-
Red is for
again
Well, maybe next year or when
December twenty-fourth, ten p.m.
Eastern standard time
I can't believe a year went by so fast
Time to see, what
see
My woman from Tokyo
She's so good to me
Talk about her like a queen
Dancing in a eastern dream
Yeah, she makes me feel like a river, oh
That
City of the angels spread your wings for me
I've been other places looking for my dream
Eastern cities move to fast
Southern ones to slow
I can't
Terror, death, destruction
Pour from the Eastern sands
But the truth of all predictions
Is always in your hands
No point asking when it is
No point
Cannonball
Well, the eastern states are dandy, most people always say
From New York to St. Louis and old Chicago by the way
To the hills of Minnesota where
see
My woman from Tokyo
She's so good to me
Talk about her like a queen
Dancing in a eastern dream
Yeah, she makes me feel like a river, oh
That
Desert shadows creep across purple sands.
Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans.
There, silhouetted under and eastern star,
I see my long
Desert shadows creep across purple sands.
Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans.
There, silhouetted under and eastern star,
I see my long
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Our eastern states are dandy so the people always say
From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesotta where
and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun
It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see
That though the English are effete
They're quite impervious to heat
spinning around
For her sweet love
Completely, good love for me
Up and down the western coast
In and out of bounds
Searching for her eastern ghost
gals keep a-usin'
Those silks and satins and linen that shows
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.
Gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women
could hear all the people say
There's a gal from Tennessee, she's long and she's tall
She came down from Birmingham on the Wabash Cannonball
Our eastern
Nothing on the western front nothing at all
Nothing on the eastern side nobody to call
Nothing in the northern end nothing to send
Nothing
Than this paradise I share with you
Our love outshines the eastern star
The brightest in the heavens
Surely heaven must have sent me you
You, my love,
In 1969, I was following the sun
On my highway of enemies and friends
Just hoping that I might see the grave
Gray distant eastern line
Before
the break of day
We woke that morning at the onward call
Our camels bridled up, our howdahs full
The sun was rising in the eastern sky
Just as we set out
No, 'cause I can't taste it anymore
My friend Gregg says it's all good
As the eastern seaboard's blown away
Now everything is going half-price
I'm in the groove!
Nothin' goes right I just can't fight it
(No respect, no respect)
Well Eastern Airlines thanked me for flying United
(No
The eastern world, it is explodin'
Violence flarin' and bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill, but not for votin'
And that Jordan River has
clothing, is something to encounter
A ping-pong match between eastern and western
Did you see your inspiration in my latest collection
Just wait til you
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