Long Time Coming
10am Beijing city it was misty all around
Took a long cold walk through the dirty streets
Of China town
I heard the sound of voices on the silent air
I listen to the words of a wise man
As the wind blew through my hair
He said, don't look down
Cause the futures slowly coming around
You'd better hold your ground
Let the good times roll
Rest that weary mind
As the plain touched down in Thailand
There were people all around
Caught a beaten up taxi to the high road
We were Bangkok bound
In the heat of the city, I found a secret place
Where we both sat down and listened to the sound
Of the thunder and the rain
I heard, don't look down
Cause the futures slowly coming around
You'd better hold your ground
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
Rest that weary mind
Let the rain fall gently
Through the trees
Poor man, rich man you gotta plant that seed
Let the rain fall gently
Through the trees
Poor man, rich man you gotta plant that seed
I met a friend in Georgia, he took a drive with me
In a big old Lincoln
Down to Nashville Tennessee
He said don't look down
Cause the futures slowly coming around
You'd better hold your ground
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
Rest that weary mind
Gotta Rest that weary mind
Better rest that weary mind
Took a long cold walk through the dirty streets
Of China town
I heard the sound of voices on the silent air
I listen to the words of a wise man
As the wind blew through my hair
He said, don't look down
Cause the futures slowly coming around
You'd better hold your ground
Let the good times roll
Rest that weary mind
As the plain touched down in Thailand
There were people all around
Caught a beaten up taxi to the high road
We were Bangkok bound
In the heat of the city, I found a secret place
Where we both sat down and listened to the sound
Of the thunder and the rain
I heard, don't look down
Cause the futures slowly coming around
You'd better hold your ground
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
Rest that weary mind
Let the rain fall gently
Through the trees
Poor man, rich man you gotta plant that seed
Let the rain fall gently
Through the trees
Poor man, rich man you gotta plant that seed
I met a friend in Georgia, he took a drive with me
In a big old Lincoln
Down to Nashville Tennessee
He said don't look down
Cause the futures slowly coming around
You'd better hold your ground
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
Rest that weary mind
Gotta Rest that weary mind
Better rest that weary mind
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Writer(s): Paul Hale
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