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Ilse Delange – Riding With The King lyrics
I dreamed I did a good job and I got well paid
Blew it all at the penny arcade
A hundred dollars on a kewpie doll
I guess no white chick is gonna make me crawl
On a twa, to the promised land
Every woman, child and man
Gets a cadillac and a diamond ring
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
He's on a mission of mercy to the new frontier
He's gonna check us all on out of here
Up to that mansion on a hill
Where you can get your prescription filled
On a twa to the promised land
Everybody come on and clap your hands
Don't just love the way he sings
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
A red cape and his shiny cold 45
I never saw his face but I saw the light
Tonight everybody's getting their angel wings
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
Well I stepped out of a mirror at ten years old
With a suit cut sharp, as a razor and a heart of gold
I had a guitar hanging just about waist high
I'm gonna play that thing until I die
Blew it all at the penny arcade
A hundred dollars on a kewpie doll
I guess no white chick is gonna make me crawl
On a twa, to the promised land
Every woman, child and man
Gets a cadillac and a diamond ring
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
He's on a mission of mercy to the new frontier
He's gonna check us all on out of here
Up to that mansion on a hill
Where you can get your prescription filled
On a twa to the promised land
Everybody come on and clap your hands
Don't just love the way he sings
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
A red cape and his shiny cold 45
I never saw his face but I saw the light
Tonight everybody's getting their angel wings
Don't you know we're riding with the king?
Well I stepped out of a mirror at ten years old
With a suit cut sharp, as a razor and a heart of gold
I had a guitar hanging just about waist high
I'm gonna play that thing until I die
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