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He took a plane to New York City |
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To chase his fortune on the Wall Street plan |
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Now he is stranded in Manhattan |
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Yet the Southeast Texas coast still calls his name |
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He said come on wheels, give up a ticket |
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Hello thunder, won't you roll him home |
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Oh a needle and thread could mend his heartache |
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Old moon give way to the day and hand him the sun |
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There is no shelter for the lonely |
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And the Northeast women speak of a different tongue |
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There are days he cries so loudly |
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That the southern rain blows north to ease his heart |
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He said come on wheels, give up a ticket |
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Hello thunder, won't you roll him home |
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Oh a needle and thread could mend his heartache |
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Old moon give way to the day and hand him the sun |
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There is no shelter for the lonely |
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And the Northeast women speak of a different tongue |
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There are days he cries so loudly |
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That the southern rain blows north to ease his heart |
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Northern harbor take care of my blue boy |
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Let your city give him warmth for his hands |
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He will be happy, his heart won't long for |
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His home on the Southeast Texas coast again |
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He said come on wheels, give up a ticket |
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Hello thunder, won't you roll him home |
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Oh a needle and thread could mend his heartache |
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Old moon give way to the day and hand him the sun |
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There is no shelter for the lonely |
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And the Northeast women speak of a different tongue |
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There are days he cries so loudly |
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That the southern rain blows north to ease his heart |