They rode in the morning
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Casablanca to the west
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On the Atlas Mountain foothills leading down to Marakesh
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For Mohammed and Morocco
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We had taken up our guns
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For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons.
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For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons.
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In the dry winds of summer
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They were sharpening the blades.
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They were riding to act upon the promise we had made.
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With the fist and the dagger
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With the rifle and the lance
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We will suffer no intrusion from the Infidels of France.
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We will suffer no intrusion from the Infidels of France.
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Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir.
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Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir.
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They could wait no more
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In the burning sands on the ride to Agadir.
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Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir.
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Like the dogs of war
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For the future of this land on the ride to Agadir.
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Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir.
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Though they were waiting
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And they were fifty to our ten
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They were easily outnumbered by a smaller force of men.
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As the darkness was falling
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They were soon to realize
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We were going to relieve them of their God-Forsaken lives.
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We were going to relieve them of their God-Forsaken lives.
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They could wait no more
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In the burning sands on the ride to Agadir.
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Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir.
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Like the dogs of war
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For the future of this land on the ride to Agadir.
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Ride, ride, ride, ride to Agadir.
|
|
They rode in the morning
|
Casablanca to the west
|
On the Atlas Mountain foothills leading down to Marakesh
|
For Mohammed and Morocco
|
We had taken up our guns
|
For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons.
|
For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons.
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Ride To Agadir
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| Boney M. |
