Lyrics:
From England's New Jerusalem
To the Dreamtime land the tall ships came
With human cattle in convict chains to bind them
In the grim fight just to stay
way north and eastwards, affecting many here.
From Wednesday, yet more rain will push in towards southern parts of England and Wales; however, there
of the southern sea.
Mmm, I'll be a mystery to everyone.
I won't take you along with me.
When I am a rider, I'll ride up to tempico.
Ohh, don't telephone honey,
bad about letting you go
I just feel sad about letting you know
I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for A New England
Are you looking for
Dixie, it won't do, it won't do
When the leaves turn in New England
I love the chill that's in the air
I've walked the New York City sidewalks
Had a big
and the bars are already closed down,
Billy had already broken 'the big news' to ethell.
With dust and boulders everywhere, billy, choked with excitement,
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
don't feel bad about letting you go
I just feel sad about letting you know
I don't want to change the world
I'm not looking for a new England
From the heart of the Southern Downs, to the North-East London reservoirs,
From the start, the land scaped my sound, before I'd ever been to America.
Complicated by time, separated by oh so, oh so many miles
It's been a while, oh it's been a while
She loved New England in the summertime
When the weather
In the autumn of New England
With the sea electric blue
And the Arizona desert
When a storm rolls into view
In the Southern spring time meadows
(pff-pff-pff-pff) oh no, on some Allen Temple
On some England manor, I'm so Mysty' Valley
And I gotta couple pounds yesterday outta Cali
And my bad bitch from
Yeah, you know what it is, Bubba Sparxxx, Jamelia
Me and my folks, it's some truly new southern copenhaniacs
Get your head together, it's on bitch,
the poor go on without
A new minimum wage
But what really happened to J Edgar Hoover?
The king is proud of Patrick Gray
And there are those who say
America's
you
And close your eyes
and think of England
That boat afloat all alone
on the ocean is sinking
And a telephone is ringing
The coastguard have been
England, why's that southern accent coming out your mouth
Well you don't have to be Abe Lincoln to know what happened at Gettysburg
No you don't have to be
Hey…….Darlin…...I've been away too long
From New England to the coast…..this show must go on
Hey….Darlin...I miss you on these lonely nights
But it
Well the winter wind has blown me far from home
I'm New England bound and feeling all alone
I'm back on the road again
And I'm missing all my friends
Fine land, New Jersey
Found land stretching
Far as the eye can see
Not much down there, but
Sun scorched pastures in
Nineteen-fifty-three
Fine land, New Jersey
Found land stretching
Far as the eye can see
Not much down there, but
Sun scorched pastures in
Nineteen-fifty-three
Utah’s canyon walls
Then to Oregon and Crater Lake and Multnomah Falls
From Glacier Park to Yellowstone and all points in between
And even in New England
London, England
São Paulo, Brazil
In Beijing, you must see The Great Wall and all its history
New York is quite the town, you can take the subway up
may be yours to save
But it's mine to tear apart
That stylish new telephone
Home appliance sensation
Rewrites your genetic code every time
The tone is
Minnesota
Ended up in Tennessee
Tried New England
Thought Southern California was the dream
Wondered if I'd feel more at home
In some dive or fancy music
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