Lyrics:
the railway
And drill, ye tarriers, drill
Now our new foreman was Jim McCann
By blazes, he was a callous man
Last week a premature blast went off
And a mile in
cette dernière semaine à New York?
Et s'il ne nous restait plus qu'un avion à prendre
Saurais-tu me défendre
Là-bas le long des docks?
Oh, oh,
of Chin and Fat Pork
We're gonna be chillin' in New York
The Legend of Chin and Fat Pork
Making a killing in New York
(Hit him with that chain punch
I
eighteen hundred forty-three, I paid my
Passage cross the sea to work upon the railway,
To work upon the railway
From New York to Amerikee.
(I tell you)
Now forty years have come and gone
And I'm far away from there
And I ride the Amtrak from New York City
To Philadelphia
And there's a man to bring
across di sea
We dock in New York, the building be so high
She promised me di honeymoon be so near di sky
Jamaica moon
Jamaica moon
Me still
eighteen hundred forty-three, I paid my
Passage cross the sea to work upon the railway,
To work upon the railway
From New York to Amerikee.
(I tell you)
my dear Annie!
Oh, you New York Girls
Can't you dance the polka?
As I walk down beside the docks
A fair maid I did meet
She asked me for to see her
As the twin towers fell on New York Station
Did we stand transfigured to the floor
And when peace broke out and thrilled our nation
And Love was born in 1994
Now forty years have come and gone
And I'm far away from there
And I ride the Amtrak from New York City
To Philadelphia
And there's a man to bring
laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
In
It's long the wait for boat to come
American girl come back to me
We'll sail away across the sea
We'll dock in New York, the buildings high
We'll
It's long the wait for boat to come
American girl come back to me
We'll sail away across the sea
We'll dock in New York, the buildings high
We'll
laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
In
got locked, run that
Or get your snapshot sent back ugly
And they say New York City
What's that? (Get yours)
What's that? (Get yours) what's that
laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
In
comfort there
In a-laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was home
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren't a-bleeding me
Bleeding me
Going home
Where the New York city winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Uh
In New York like Biggie, ROC, plants on my sock
She runnin' from the cock and when I shoot I blatttt
Yeah,
Going home
Where the New York city winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
comfort there
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
She got out of town
On a railway, New York bound
Took all except my name
Another alien out on Broadway
There's some things in this world
You just
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter
comfort there
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me
Leading me
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