(Don't Ride the Big) White Horse
John Rhys Eddins © 1968
Arr. by Plain Brown Wrapper
The trees of night are aglow on a black walk
The crystal whispers its soft liquid dream
Then the man, said to me
Come on and see, come on and be
The white you see, the light must be
The Big White Horse
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See,.. all the me, all the we, all the tea in the sea
Feel,.. how you grow, with the flow, in the blow of the snow
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A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah (3 times)
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The clock of autumn is watching me run, now,
The darken pine tree is tearing my soul
Then the man said to me, come on and see
The white you see, the light must be
The Big White Horse
Down,...
Down,...
DOWN !
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(Instrumental)
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Don’t ride the big, white horse,.. don’t ride the big, white horse no, no,..
Don’t ride the big, white horse,.. don’t ride the big, white horse no, no...
Don’t ride the big, white horse,.. no, no...
Don’t ride the big, white horse,.. no, no...