Black Wagon - Baba Ali

Hopped on the 109

Wiping the cold out my eyes

We took the wrong way home

And I’m shivering down my thighs

Its a winding road

And every corner’s blind

When that wagon rolls

It comes around and round…

Round and round

Round we go

Where we end nobody knows

Round and round

Black wagon roll

Where we land we’ll dig our hole!

I like to travel light

You never know what you’ll find

We caught the metro north

We took in all the sights

A long way from home

And I’m off my mind

When that wagon rolls

It comes around and round…

Round and round

Round we go

Where we end nobody knows

Round and round

Black wagon roll

Wher we land we’ll dig our hole!