Canadian Railroad Trilogy - Gordon Lightfoot

How do you want it Gooners we on it We shooting the farthest Larsen it's right in my pocket I turn 'em a target Park it that gun in compartments It shoot up apartments Park bench I was on the park bench and watching for serpents How do you want it, my gooners they on it We tell 'em to freeze, doin' deposits Shorty she on it she looking so fleek She sucking dick she get on her knees We hit the strip we ain't tryna leave She wanna get loose she fuck wit' a goon Want to come to the booth to live up my dreams Thеn we on that And she stripping for that cash, she bring it all back You cap likе ball caps Nigga fall back Forgiatos on the frames on my hellcat I'm a champion where my belt at I don't wanna sit in traps again I got a bitch she trafficking She wanna go to the mall and spend She wanna do it all again My skin look like African, Jamaican Canadian She want to brag to all her friends She want to do all the... I don't wanna sit in traps again I got a bitch she trafficking She wanna go to the mall and spend She wanna do it all again My skin look like African, Jamaican Canadian She want to brag to all her friends She want to do all the... She wanna go she fuck wit' the gang ain't fucking wit' no names I hit it for cash she bringing it back for do it for Dolce, Gabbana She hot like a sauna, she run up them commas Doctor, send him to the doctor, hit him wit' the llama, ouu We surround the riders, gun beside us 'side us Leave that boy for sirens, riding up lose mileage Catch him perfect timing now he a pack designer Someone please remind 'em, my gang we get violent That boy packed I'm violent She got smoked design 'em, aye She want come, come find 'em, aye She want come get dollars, aye She get drops come find 'em Move out to the mountain We moved to the islands Place where you can't find 'em Then we on that And she stripping for that cash, she bring it all back You cap like ball caps Nigga fall back Forgiatos on the frames on my hellcat I'm a champion where my belt at I don't wanna sit in traps again I got a bitch she trafficking She wanna go to the mall and spend She wanna do it all again My skin look like African, Jamaican Canadian She want to brag to all her friends She want to do all the... I don't wanna sit in traps again I got a bitch she trafficking She wanna go to the mall and spend She wanna do it all again My skin look like African, Jamaican Canadian She want to brag to all her friends She want to do all the...

Who are these ones who would lead us now To the sound of a thousand guns Storm the gates of hell itself To the tune of a single drum Where are the girls of the neighborhood bars Whose loves were lost at sea In the hills of France and on German soil From Saigon to Wounded Knee Who come from long lines of soldiers Whose duty was fulfilled In the words of a warrior's will And protocol Where are the boys in their coats of blue Who flew when their eyes were blind Was God in town for the Roman games Was he there when the deals were signed Who are the kings in their coats of mail Who rode by the cross to die Did they all go down into worthiness Is it wrong for a king to cry And who are these ones who would have us now Whose presence is concealed Whose nature is revealed In a time bomb And last of all you old seadogs Who travel after whale You'd storm the gates of hell itself For the taste of a mermaid's tail Who come from long lines of skippers Whose duty was fulfilled In the words of a warrior's will And protocol

In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand Now, I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved ones so In the early morning rain with no place to go Out on runway number nine a big 707's set to go And I'm stuck here in the grass where the cold wind blows Now, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast Well, there she goes, my friend, well she's going down at last Hear the mighty engines roar - see the silver bird on high She's away and westward bound - far above the clouds she'll fly There the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines She'll be flying over my home in about three hours time This old airport's got me down - it's no earthly good to me 'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground as cold and drunk as I can be You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train So, I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train So, I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain

Upon the Bitter Green she was The hills above the town Echoed to the footsteps As soft as eider down Waiting for her master To kiss away her tears Waiting through the years Bitter Green they called her Walking in the sun Loving everyone that she met Bitter Green they called her Waiting in the sun Waiting for someone to take her hand Some say he was a sailor Who died away at sea Some say he was a prisoner Who never was set free Lost upon the ocean He died there in the mist Dreaming of a kiss Bitter Green they called her Walking in the sun Loving everyone that she met Bitter Green they called her Waiting in the sun Waiting for someone to take her home. Musical Interlude But now, that Bitter Green is gone The hills have turned to rust There comes a weary stranger His tears fall in the dust Kneeling by the churchyard In the autumn mist Dreaming of a kiss Bitter Green they called her Walking in the sun Loving everyone that she met Bitter Green they called her Waiting in the sun Waiting for someone to take her hand Bitter Green they called her Walking in the sun Loving everyone that she met Bitter Green they called her Waiting in the sun Waiting for someone To take her hand

Turn around go back down go back the way you came Can't you see the flash of fire ten times brighter than the day And behold the mighty city broken in the dust again Oh God the pride of man broken in the dust again Turn around go back down go back the way you came Babylon is laid to waste Egypt's buried in her shame Their mighty men are beaten down the kings are fallen in the ways Oh God the pride of man broken in the dust again Turn around go back down go back the way you came Terror is on everyside though the leaders are dismayed Those who put their faith in fire in fire their faith shall be repaid Oh God the pride of man broken in the dust again Turn around go back down go back the way you came Shout a warning to the nations that the sword of god is raised On Babylon that mighty city rich in treasure wide in fame It shall cause thy towers to fall and make it be a pyre of flame Oh God the pride of man broken in the dust again Thou that dwell on many water rich in treasure wide in fame Bow unto a god of gold thy pride of might shall be thy shame Oh God the pride of man broken in the dust again And only God can lead the people back into the earth again Thy holy mountain be restored thy mercy on thy people Lord