Dry In The Sun Songtext
von Daryl Hall & John Oates

One, two
One, two, three, four

We were 14 days from Toronto
With a handmade highway for a friend
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 dropped first with an arrow in the head
And his horse Smiley she fell screaming
Oh, my poor Billy saw the blood in his hands
He stared ahead like he was dreaming

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, sun, sun, sun

I made to the bushes, oh, I don′t know how
And lay there silent and sobbing
I looked at Dave and I peered at Bill
I saw their lifeblood dropping

As the Indians continue, I thought of the rhyme
I can't stop myself from repeating
They tied a friend of mine with binder twine, oh
And left him to dry in the sun