Rykarda Parasol - Just Like Gin

Blue bonnets and primrose for miles
The lone oak on her dry grass hill smiles
Along my river - so long to you
And tales of life pacific blue

West coast girl go down to that south
The one with blood on its hands
And blood on its mouth
Tonight its my river and something all my own
Dig that sound, take her down
Get lost to be found…

Old friend, sweet kiss
Tastes just like gin
Come on in
Old friend, ain’t you sweet
And just like gin

The rain where they are
Would should drown me
And if for the rain then fog comes hovering
Along my river – tonight it’s my own
Dig that sound, hear it now
Get lost to be found…