Magura Lyrics - Singles - David Arthur Brown

Take me to Magura 

To while the years away 

The tinkling of the cowbells 

And smells of drying hay 

The rainfall in the mountains 

Will wash away my fears 

And all the foolish things 

That I've done throughout the years 

1 grew up in the city Not far from East L.A. 

With rows of dusty palm trees 

And millions of freeways 

Traffic jams and cholos 

And perverts in the park 

And teenage girls who sold 

Their little bodies after dark 

So take me to Magura.... 

I'll plant a little garden 

Take up astronomy 

And search for supernovas 

In neighboring galaxies 

I'll go to bed by midnight 

And wake up with the dawn 

And play my old guitar 

While this sad world rolls along