Gunga Din-The Byrds

[00:08.95]I'm writing this here letter from aboard a DC8 [00:16.62]Heading into Angel Town, I hope it's not too late [00:34.31]It rained in New York City [00:38.13]Mister Rock 'n' Roll couldn't stay [00:42.44]The crowd was mad and we were had [00:46.25]Chasing the sun back to L.A. [00:56.82][02:10.14]Have breakfast with me mamma [01:01.03][02:14.17]I hope they'll let us in [01:05.18][02:18.35]Got a leather jacket on [01:09.03][02:22.20]I know that it's a sin [01:14.02][02:27.19]Gunga Din [01:22.52]Sitting backwards on this airplane, is bound to make me sick [01:30.72]Spend your life on a DC8, never get to bed [01:38.51]Settle down (settle down) [01:48.90]Now we're over Kansas, where the clouds are floating by [01:56.65]The whole wide world looks back at me [02:00.55]Just like a mushroom pie I wonder why