Some kissed the girls; I kissed the floor
The Bover boys with their boots shiny red
Three-dollar champagne stirring my head
We rolled out the barrels, boys
We sang with a single voice
Let all tears turn to gold and the hell I've raised
Lord, let it fade away
As Your glories unfold, give me a part to play
Grant me another day
The surf and the sky and the Sunshine Coast of gold
Floating on a long board, life on hold
I never know the way, but You always take me there
And I need it now like the Mooloolaba air
We'll roll with the next wave, boys
We'll sing out, we'll make some noise
Let all tears turn to gold and the hell I've raised
Lord, let it fade away
As Your glories unfold, give me a part to play
Grant me another day
Red dust rises, clouds your every thought
You don't know you're deceived until you're not
Good dog, bad dog: they get to fighting in your head
The winner is the last one getting fed
God is alive and my magic is no good
And he's called me out on this walkabout
He leads me to water and traces each song line
And I know to know his ways are higher than mine
So roll out the road rig, boys
And sing with a grateful voice
Let all tears turn to gold and the hell that's raised
Lord, let it fade away
As Your glories unfold, give us a part to play
Grant us another day
Let all tears turn to gold and the hell that's raised
Lord, let it fade away
As Your glories unfold, give us a part to play
Grant us another day
Rsl 1984 Some kissed the girls; I kissed the floor The Bover boys with their boots shiny red Three-dollar champagne stirring my head We rolled out the barrels, boys We sang with a single voice Let all tears turn to gold and the hell I've raised Lord, let it fade away As Your glories unfold, give me a part to play Grant me another day The surf and the sky and the Sunshine Coast of gold Floating on a long board, life on hold I never know the way, but You always take me there And I need it now like the Mooloolaba air We'll roll with the next wave, boys We'll sing out, we'll make some noise Let all tears turn to gold and the hell I've raised Lord, let it fade away As Your glories unfold, give me a part to play Grant me another day Red dust rises, clouds your every thought You don't know you're deceived until you're not Good dog, bad dog: they get to fighting in your head The winner is the last one getting fed God is alive and my magic is no good And he's called me out on this walkabout He leads me to water and traces each song line And I know to know his ways are higher than mine So roll out the road rig, boys And sing with a grateful voice Let all tears turn to gold and the hell that's raised Lord, let it fade away As Your glories unfold, give us a part to play Grant us another day Let all tears turn to gold and the hell that's raised Lord, let it fade away As Your glories unfold, give us a part to play Grant us another day Explain Request ×
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