Dry In The Sun Lyrics & Chords By John Oates

We were fourteen days from Toronto
With a handmade highway for a friend
Well, 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 droped first with an arrow in the head
And his horse Smiley she fell screamin'
Dave looked at me and saw the blood in his hands
He stared ahead like he was dreamin'

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

I made the bushes, oh, I don't know how
And lay there silent and sobbin'
I looked at Dave and I peered at Bill
I saw their life blood droppin'

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