| Song | The Land of Go |
| Artist | April March |
| Album | Paris in April |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Come with me, honey, | |
| To the land of go. | |
| Ain’t stoppin’ nowhere, | |
| Ain’t goin’ slow. | |
| There’s wheat and thistle, | |
| In the land of go, | |
| And many gristle, | |
| By the fire’s glow. | |
| You’ll feel so woozy, | |
| Come along with me. | |
| The Earth looks juicy, | |
| Underneath your feet. | |
| Hoot owl and possum, | |
| Will guide you there, | |
| Past yawning chasm, | |
| And hornet’s lair. | |
| Down by the corn wall, | |
| On a morning glee, | |
| Here come us singing, | |
| While the backhoes cree. | |
| You’ll find your quarters, | |
| Underneath a tree. | |
| Just hang your chainmail, | |
| In the salty breeze. | |
| Touch not the dial, | |
| On the radio. | |
| Its set for laughter, | |
| Anywhere you go. | |
| Won’t you come with me, | |
| To the land of go? | |
| Just put your hat on, | |
| Cuz it’s time to go. |
| Come with me, honey, | |
| To the land of go. | |
| Ain' t stoppin' nowhere, | |
| Ain' t goin' slow. | |
| There' s wheat and thistle, | |
| In the land of go, | |
| And many gristle, | |
| By the fire' s glow. | |
| You' ll feel so woozy, | |
| Come along with me. | |
| The Earth looks juicy, | |
| Underneath your feet. | |
| Hoot owl and possum, | |
| Will guide you there, | |
| Past yawning chasm, | |
| And hornet' s lair. | |
| Down by the corn wall, | |
| On a morning glee, | |
| Here come us singing, | |
| While the backhoes cree. | |
| You' ll find your quarters, | |
| Underneath a tree. | |
| Just hang your chainmail, | |
| In the salty breeze. | |
| Touch not the dial, | |
| On the radio. | |
| Its set for laughter, | |
| Anywhere you go. | |
| Won' t you come with me, | |
| To the land of go? | |
| Just put your hat on, | |
| Cuz it' s time to go. |
| Come with me, honey, | |
| To the land of go. | |
| Ain' t stoppin' nowhere, | |
| Ain' t goin' slow. | |
| There' s wheat and thistle, | |
| In the land of go, | |
| And many gristle, | |
| By the fire' s glow. | |
| You' ll feel so woozy, | |
| Come along with me. | |
| The Earth looks juicy, | |
| Underneath your feet. | |
| Hoot owl and possum, | |
| Will guide you there, | |
| Past yawning chasm, | |
| And hornet' s lair. | |
| Down by the corn wall, | |
| On a morning glee, | |
| Here come us singing, | |
| While the backhoes cree. | |
| You' ll find your quarters, | |
| Underneath a tree. | |
| Just hang your chainmail, | |
| In the salty breeze. | |
| Touch not the dial, | |
| On the radio. | |
| Its set for laughter, | |
| Anywhere you go. | |
| Won' t you come with me, | |
| To the land of go? | |
| Just put your hat on, | |
| Cuz it' s time to go. |