The Surrey With the Fringe on Top Songtext
von James Taylor

When I take you out tonight with me
Honey, here′s the way it's gonna be
You will sit behind a team of snow-white horses
In the slickest gig you′ll ever see

Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When I take you out in the surrey
When I take you out in the surrey
With the fringe on top

Watch that fringe and see how it flutters
When I drive them high steppin' strutters
Nosy folks, they'll peek through the shutters
And their eyes will pop

The wheels are yellow, the upholstery′s brown
The dashboard′s genuine leather
With Isinglass curtains you can roll right down
In case there's a change in the weather


Two bright side lights winkin′ and blinkin'
Ain′t no finer rig I'm a thinkin′
You can keep your rig if you're thinkin'
That I′d care to swap
For that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top

Now would you say that fringe was made of silk?
I wouldn′t have no other kind but silk
Has it really got a team of snow-white horses?
One's like snow, the other′s more like milk

Now I can see the stars gettin' blurry
When we ride back home in the surrey
Ridin′ slowly home in the surrey
With the fringe on top

I can feel the day gettin' older
Feel a sleepy head near my shoulder
Noddin′, droopin', close to my shoulder
'Til it falls, kerplop!

The sun is swimming on the rim of a hill
The moon is taking a header
And just when I′m thinkin′ all the earth is still
A lark wakes up in the meader


Hush, you bird, my baby's a-sleepin′
Maybe got a dream worth a-keepin'
Whoa, you team, just keep on a-creepin′
At a slow clip, clop
Don't you hurry little surrey with the fringe on the top