Lyrics Searchin' - The Beatles

Searchin'

Well searching
Yeah I’m gonna searching
Searching every which a-way, yeah, yeah
Oh lord I’m searching
My good lord, searching
You know honey
Searching every which away yeah, yeah, yeah
But I’m like that Northwest Mountie
You know I’ll bring her in some day
Gonna find her, gonna find her
Well Charlie Chan, Simon Smith
Got nothing, child, on me
Sergeant Friday, Peter Gunn
And ooo Alan B
No matter where she’s hiding
She’s gonna see me coming
I’m gonna walk right down that street
Like Bulldog Drummon
'Cause I been searching
Well searching
Oh my goodness
Searching every which a-way
But I’m like that Northwest Mountie
You know I’ll bring her in some day
Gonna find her, gonna find her
Well Charlie Chan, Simon Smith
Got nothing, child, on me
Sergeant Friday, Peter Gunn
And ooo Alan B
No matter where she’s hiding
She’s gonna see me coming
I’m gonna walk right down that street
Like Bulldog Drummon.
Aah searching
Searching, oh my, my goodness
Searching every which a-way
But I’m like that Northwest Mountie
You know I’ll bring her in some day
Gonna find her, gonna find her
Yeah, yeah lord, gonna find her
Gonna find her