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by Graham Nash, Siquomb

Whoopa, hey mesa, hooba huffa, hey meshy goosh
goosh.

Looking at the world through the sunset in your
eyes,

Traveling the train through clear Moroccan skies

Ducks, and pigs, and chickens call,

animal carpet wall to wall

American ladies five-foot tall in blue.

Sweeping cobwebs from the edges of my mind,

Had to get away to see what we could find.

Hope the days that lie ahead

bring us back to where they've led

listen not to what's been said to you.

Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh
Express.

Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh
Express,

they're taking me to Marrakesh.

All aboard the train.

All aboard the train.

I've been saving all my money just to take you
there.

I smell the garden in your hair.

Take the train from Casablanca going south,

blowing smoke rings from the corners of my m m m
m mouth.

Colored cottons hang in the air,

charming cobras in the square.

Striped djellebas we can wear at home.


Well, let me hear ya now.

Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh
Express.

Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh
Express,

they're taking me to Marrakesh.

Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh
Express.

Wouldn't you know we're riding on the Marrakesh
Express,

they're taking me to Marrakesh.

All on board the train,

All on board the train,

All on board!