Lyrics:
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Native burials and families still roaming in Amityville
Humanity won't understand if it's real For real
The Long Island water haunted by the Gilgo
OOOOOOOO Wha
OOOOOOOO Wha
Shimmy shimmy coco bop shimmy shimmy bop(ahh)
Shimmy shimmy coco bop shimmy shimmy bop(ahh)
Sittin' in a native hut
All
papalaka boo
Digariga digariga digariga doo
Digariga digariga digariga doo
The native grieve when the white
Men leave their huts, because
They're
the greatest fools obey
Because the Sun is far too sultry and one must avoid its ultry-violet
rays
The natives grieve when the White Men leave their huts
Be, Be, Be)
I Wanna Be, Be, Be Far Away, Ay, Ay
So I Can Be, Be, Be There At Home
And I Can See, See, See You Again, Oh, My Native Land And
I, I, I
The Natives Are Restless from CD "Skinny Dip with Don Tiki"
Let me tell you 'bout my neighborhood
'Cause when you visit me tonight
Ooh,
the greatest fools obey
Because the Sun is far too sultry and one must avoid its ultra-violet rays
The natives grieve when the White Men leave their huts
the face of
A Native America
And so my pilgrimage progress
Takes me over the land
So that I can keep up with the rush
And from the east to the west
I can
still
Sleep, meet you in the sky
Every night
Hear the native wings set us free
Her native call, carry me
Whistle to the night lullaby
Dance with the moon
Dance Rock Feel the heat
Rock your body to the Native Beat
Slowly I turn
Step by step
See'mon
Well here I am I got the heat
I'm gonna rock
Dance Rock Feel the heat
Rock your body to the Native Beat
Step by step
Slowly I turn
Step by step
See'mon
Well here I am I got the heat
twain the galling chain
And free our native land
I want no gold, my maiden fair
To fly from home with thee
Your shining eyes shall be my prize
More dear
Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Oh, you vex me, you vex me
From Chicachicaree to Mona's Isle
Native girls all dance
you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin'
your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' card games with
Well, I haven't got a worry, I haven't got a care
Haven't got a thing to call my own
And though I'm out of money, I'm a millionaire
I'm a native
your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' card games with
know me, I'm your native son"
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' cards
Koomahnah
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar
Oh, you vex me, you vex me
From Chicachicaree to Mona's Isle
Native girls all dance
Guitars ring in the dead of night
The scene was so blue and sound so right
Your homesick
Listen close to the guitar man
A native son in
your native son?
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Dealing cards with the old men in
Meglio stasera
Baby go go go
or as we natives say
"Fa subito!"
If you're ever gonna kiss me
it had better be tonight
while the mandolins are
a couple o' grand and a two-piece suit
Let the folks back home see the native beauty
(Folks back home see the native beauty)
My baby went to Africa
My baby
native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Dealin' cards with the old men in
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