Dry in the Sun

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 Woth binder twine And left him to dry in the sun --- Dry in the Sun - Daryl Hall & John Oates