Gunga Din Lyrics - Ballad Of Easy Rider - The Byrds

I'm writing this here letter from aboard a DC-8 

Heading into Angel Town, I hope it's not too late 

It rained in New York City 

Mister Rock 'n' Roll couldn't stay 

The crowd was mad and we were had 

Chasing the sun back to L.A. 

Have breakfest with me mamma 

I hope they'll let us in 

Got a leather jacket on 

I know that it's a sin 

Gunga Din 

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Sitting backwards on this airplane, is bound to make me sick 

Spend your life on a DC-8, never get to bed 

Settle down (settle down) 

Now we're over Kansas, where the clouds are floating by 

The whole wide world looks back at me 

Just like a mushroom pie I wonder why 

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Have breakfest with me mamma 

I hope they'll let us in 

Got a leather jacket on 

I know that it's a sin 

Gunga Din