| 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 Autumn
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| Never had the blues (from) whence I came
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| But in New York state I caught '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 Southbend, Indiana
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| Flat out on the Westrn plains
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| Rise up over the Rockis and down on into California
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| Out to where but the rocks remain
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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?» |