| We walk along the Hudson when it snows here in Manhattan
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| Seems we’ve lived our lives so out of place
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| You touch my cheek and I do wonder how this happened
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| That two young lovers could pack their dreams and move from the Texas Plains
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| Oh, I’m gonna take us back where we belong
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| Where you can see it in the stars that the weather’s comin' on
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| One of these days
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| Now, our daddies grew cotton, spittin' dust of a mornin'
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| We met on a school bus rollin' thru the autumn fields our daddies raised
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| Beneath a hot August sky our mothers waved goodbye
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| My daddy tipped his hat with a tear in his eye
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| When we left for the city, where the sun rarely shines
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| It was a 'hunnerd' an' two in the shade
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| Oh, I’m gonna take us back where we belong
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| Where you can see it in the stars that the weather’s comin' on
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| One of these days
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| Hey, do you wanta take a cab uptown, watch the skaters go
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| 'round and 'round?
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| We could talk about leavin' this town some other day
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| And I suppose we look like natives here, this middle-aged couple with silver
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| hair
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| And on cold winter nights this love we share
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| Is still a 'hunnerd' and two in the shade |