Drying In the Sun - Daryl Hall & John Oates

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