Текст (слова) песни: Jim Croce - New York`s Not My Home
Well things were spinnin` round me And all my thoughts were cloudy And I had begun to doubt all the things that were me Been in so many places You know I`ve run so many races And looked into the empty faces of the people of the night And something is just not right ... `cause I know
CHORUS:
That I gotta get out of here I`m so alone Don`t you know that I gotta get out of here `Cause New York`s not my home
Though all the streets are crowded There`s something strange about it Lived there `bout a year and I never once felt at home I though I`d make the big time I learned a lot of lessons awful quick And now I`m tellin` you That they were not the nice kind And it`s been so long since I have felt fine ... that`s the reason
(Repeat Chorus)
Прямая ссылка на текст песни New York`s Not My Home: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/17349.html