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I bid farewell to the state of old New York |
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My home away from home |
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In the state of New York I came of age |
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When first I started roaming |
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And the trees grow high in New York state |
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And they shine like gold in the autumn |
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Never had the blues from whence I came |
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But in New York state, I got 'em |
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Talk to me of Mendocino |
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Closing my eyes I hear the sea |
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Must I wait, must I follow |
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Won't you say come with me |
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And it's on to south bend, Indiana |
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Flat out on the western plain |
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Rise up over the rockies and down on into California |
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Out to where but the rocks again |
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And let the sun set on the ocean |
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I will watch it from the shore |
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Let the sun rise over the redwoods |
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I'll rise with it till I rise no more |
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Talk to me of Mendocino |
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Closing my eyes I hear the sea |
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Must I wait, must I follow |
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Won't you say come with me |