"Dry in the Sun" as written by and Daryl F Hall....
We were fourteen days from Toronto
With a handmade highway
For a friend
Well, Dave figured
We were due to see a town
He thought he saw some smoke
Drift round the bend

It was ten o'clock
When the Mohawks hit
And the fun had just begun
They tied a friend of mine
With binder twine
And left him to dry in the sun

Well, Dave droped first
With an arrow in the head
And his horse Smiley she fell screamin'
Dave looked at me
And saw the blood in his hands
He stared ahead like he was dreamin'

It was ten o'clock
When the Mohawks hit
And the fun had just begun
They tied a friend of mine
With binder twine
And left him to dry in the sun

I made the bushes
Oh, I don't know how
And lay there silent and sobbin'
I looked at Dave
And I peered at Bill
I saw their life blood droppin'

As the Indians continue
I thought of the rhyme
I can't stop myself from repeatin'
They tied a friends of mine
Woth binder twine
And left him to dry in the sun


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"Dry in the Sun" as written by Daryl F Hall

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