| Up the Hudson Valley across New York State to Chicago then the Plains
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| All so easy and dreamlike crashing the salt flat daybreak
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| I hear «I'll Take You Home again Kathleen» sad fog winds out there to blow
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| Across the rooftops of eerie old hangover San Francisco
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| Now I’m transcontinental 3000 miles from my home
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| I’m on the California Zephyr watching America roll by
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| Now I’m transcontinental 3000 miles from my home
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| I’m on the California Zephyr watching America roll by
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| I’ve hit the end of my trail can’t even drag my own body
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| I’ve been driven mad for three years
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| Too much fame keeps a body busy and the mind full of tears
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| Terrified by that sad song across rooftops
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| Mingled with the lachrymose cries of the salvation army meeting
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| On the corner saying, «Satan is the cause of it all»
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| Now I’m transcontinental 3000 miles from my home
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| I’m on the California Zephyr watching America roll by
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| Now I’m transcontinental 3000 miles from my home
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| I’m on the California Zephyr watching America roll by |