Lyrics:
Booth Willie:] "Well I know my way around New England.
I can tell ya that much. So where ya headed?"
[F1:] "Well, I was just wondering exactly which
away
Oh, oh big ol' jet airliner
'Cause it's here that I've got to stay
Touchin' down in New England town
Feel the heat comin' down
I've got
That ass must come from Guinness
Hit it back from the back for fitness
She copped a new bag from England
But now she caught some feelings
No habla Ingles
me to film it
Ballin', ballin', like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
That's fifty, one hundred, I see no
at Belle Isle
Then it was on to Portland, Oregon for the G.I. Joe
And I'd blown off almost everyone when my motor let go
New England, Ontario we died in
king, hear them shoutin'
First class ticket invitation
Gyal from New York, England and Jamaica
Everyday, we be burnin' not concernin' what nobody
holding all of the dust and the stories of my youth,
my New England tapestry.
I made my way outside and the waning moon was high,
with Orion 'bout
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
Got a special date
With that New England State
How my heart will knock, Massachusetts
To see Plymouth Rock, Massachusetts
Want to roam around,
Got a special date
With that New England State
How my heart will knock, Massachusetts
To see Plymouth Rock, Massachusetts
Want to roam around,
at Belle Isle
Then it was on to Portland, Oregon for the G.I. Joe
And I'd blown off almost everyone when my motor let go
New England, Ontario we died in
like it was Spider Sense tingling
Blitz ya like Green Bay did when they shitted on New England
I'm out the game, put the second string in
This Brandy
rock me
Running from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band
My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now
Oh,
me, when will our eyes meet?
When can I touch you?
When will this strong yearning end?
And when will I hold you again
Time in New England
Took me away
me, when will our eyes meet?
When can I touch you?
When will this strong yearning end?
And when will I hold you again
Time in New England
Took me away
Hey, mama rock me
I'm running from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band
My baby plays a guitar, I pick
And sweet chords rose up in waxed New England halls
While the boarders were snoring
Under crisp white sheets of curfew
We were newly lovers then
We were
Got a special date
With that New England State
How my heart will knock, Massachusetts
To see Plymouth Rock, Massachusetts
Want to roam around,
Got a special date
With that New England State
How my heart will knock, Massachusetts
To see Plymouth Rock, Massachusetts
Want to roam around,
And sweet chords rose up in waxed New England halls
While the boarders were snoring
Under crisp white sheets of curfew
We were newly lovers then
We were
New England next week
Dude you're on your own
Brady is too good and I’ve got better things to do!
Though I’ve passed 316 yards there’s still two
full of crooks, rape and pillage
They'll do anything for money while misleading the village
[Chorus]
Not from New England, but I pack a patriot
I was born a land-bound farm boy
And in New England raised
The rippling of the wheat fields
Well they were my ocean waves
Each rise and fall, each
take it with ya
So raise a pint for the people that aren't with us
And live tonight 'cause you can't take it with ya
From New England to New Brunswick
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