Lyrics:
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
liquid gardens
Way down in Arizona red sand
Well, I taste the honey from a flower named Blue
Way down in California
And in New York drowns as we hold
Mississippi, all the way to New York City
As long as you're riding shotgun with me
Anywhere
Love will get us there
Tell your boss maybe you'll come back
don't want to think, just leave me here to drink
Wrapped up in the warmth of New York City
Oh, oh, it seems you just don't know
And you just don't
and shit
New York, New York
Ready for the likes of this
Then came the worst date, May 21st
2: 19, that's when my momma water burst
No spouse in the house so
favorite flames
He wrote on the sidewalk in big white chalk
Jimmy Walker loves New York
Oh how that love affair
Lit up Times Square
He walked along
liquid gardens
Way down in Arizona red sand
Well, I taste the honey from a flower named Blue
Way down in California
And in New York drowns as we hold
and your New York
Band blowin' them old Chicago blues
Ah Jesse, can't you see you're the one Jesse
Ah Sonny, this time it's you well Jesse
Your child is
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
the time and we'll meet in the meadow
To discuss racial issues and tension
New York's a powder keg did I forget to mention?
Now case in point y'all
turns on a New York station
She doesn't believe what she hears at all
Ooh, she started dancin' to that fine, fine music
You know, her life was saved by
skies
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
on tonight
I got the LA stylie with the New York trim
Keep my pants so low
It's like I'm goin' for a swim
I got the Coppertone tan, like in Mexico
Well,
what the moment is just keep it the holiest
Word to my Tims she could fight she a problem
Scarf on braids did by the africans in Harlem
You so New York
New York Walkabout - Words and music by Spyder Darling
Dawn breaks in the afternoon and she looks pretty pale
Beauty with her sterling spoon,
New York, to Paris, the vocal style vary
From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now
Notice, the child swift like a locust
Focus on the loc' I be
lights
Hoping I can find myself back home
Don't jump in so quick kid, you're gonna wind up hurt
She's with a new man in New York, the last time I
spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, FED UP
Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up
Wise up
the whole country bounce when we New York it (say what?)
Don't speak about it, be about it (be about it, uh-huh)
Seein' Puff on your tube, feelin' weak
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
spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, fed up
Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up
Wise up
You're so fucking pretty
Light me up like New York City
And you ain't gotta miss me
Cause girl you coming with me
Step into the future
Wish we did
And you turned into a grown-up female stranger
If I was lyin' by you now, I wouldn't be here at all
Well we parted so hard
Me rushing 'round New York
skies
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trot line
And a country boy can survive, country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
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