British Lions - Big Drift Away Lyrics
(john fiddler)Thinkin about my past, and I cant help myselfFeelin like an unwritten book sitting on the authors shelfLet the printer set the type, n even roll the pressWriter, write your story and get me outta this mess!All of the prophecies written in the fortune starsRace through my mind in anarchy like railroads of colliding carsI live like a mirage, and I live like a dreamMany people think that they know me, but theyre only outside lookin inn Ive been travelling, travelling for so longIve been travelling, travelling for so longIve been travelling, travelling for so longIve been travelling, travelling for so longSo you cant turn my pages or read between my linesTill the birds have fled their cages n there aint no more gold to findLet the fiddler play until the break o dayHand me that bottle boys and let me drift awayBig drift away!!!Ive been travelling, travelling for so longIve been travelling, travelling for so longIve been travelling, travelling for so longIve been travelling, travelling for so longIve been travelling, travelling for so longIve been travelling, travelling for so longIve been travelling, travelling for so longIve been travelling, travelling for so longBig drift away!!!
