Looking at the world
Trough the sunset in your eyes
Trying to make the train
To clear Moroccan skies
Bugs and pigs and chickens call
Animal carpet wall to wall
American man is five foot tall and you

Sweeping cobwebs from the edges of my mind
Had to get away to see what we could find
Hope the days that lie ahead
Bring us back to where they’ve led
Listen up to what’s been said to you

Would you know we’re riding
on the Marrakesh Express
Would you know we’re riding
on the Marrakesh Express
All on board that train

I’ve been saving all my money just to take you there
I smell the garden in your hair

Take a train to Casablanca going south
Blowing smoke rings from the corners of my m,m,m,m,mouth
Cold coffins hang in the square
Charming corporals in the square
Don’t you know we’re riding on the Marrakesh Express
They’re taking me to Marrakesh Express
Don’t you know we’re riding on the Marrakesh Express
They’re taking me to Marrakesh
All on board that train

Marrakesh expressen førte i tresserne hippier og andet godtfolk til Marokko, hvor man kunne fordybe sig i arabisk mystik, røgelse og andet røg, kaldet hashish. Og Crosby, Stills & Nash indledte deres eponyme debutalbum – det med sofaen på varandaen – med Graham Nashs iørefaldende sang om netop “Marrakesh Express”. Oprindeligt var nummeret tiltænkt Nashs gamle engelske orkester, The Hollies, men de var ikke interesseret.
Samme år som albummet blev sendt på gaden kravlede singlepladen med nummeret ind på en 28. plads på Billboards liste.

Woodstock-udgaven – BBC-udgave med Crosby & Nash