| Happy New Year Santa Rosa here I am
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| I was brought in by the weather and the cold
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| I was heading towards the West to find the sand
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| I guess I’ll have to settle for the snow
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| And I am just a stranger to this town
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| I’m lonely and I’m restless and I’m stuck
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| And I wish I knew a way to get back down
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| And I wish I had a shovel in this truck
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| And the state police won’t let me on the street
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| I told 'em my story — they don’t care
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| There’s an old dog just lying at the feet
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| Of a girl who once wore flowers in her hair
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| And my heart lies fifty miles ahead
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| Underneath a bridge just out of sight
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| Where she sits beneath the covers of a bed
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| Where she waits for me to meet her in the night
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| And this old town was named after a rose
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| That blooms along the hillside in the cold ground
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| But my heart has been broken and it’s closed
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| Like the freeway that would take me out of town
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| And just because I ain’t got no regrets
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| That don’t mean I didn’t get it wrong
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| My love is like a homemade Summer dress
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| And I am just a lonely Winter song
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| I dust off the snowflakes from the hood
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| And I talk to an old friend on the phone
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| She says, «I think that the calm could do you good
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| You know you’ve been driving for so long»
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| So Happy New Years babe, I guess this is goodbye
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| And I hope that you find someone you can hold
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| And if you hear that midnight whistle cry
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| Please think of me in Santa Rosa in the snow |