Текст песни Jim Croce - New York`s Not My Home
Jim Croce - New York`s Not My Home слова песни
Well things were spinnin` round meAnd all my thoughts were cloudyAnd I had begun to doubt all the things that were meBeen in so many placesYou know I`ve run so many racesAnd looked into the empty faces of the people of the nightAnd something is just not right ... `cause I knowCHORUS:That I gotta get out of hereI`m so aloneDon`t you know that I gotta get out of here`Cause New York`s not my homeThough all the streets are crowdedThere`s something strange about itLived there `bout a year and I never once felt at homeI though I`d make the big timeI learned a lot of lessons awful quickAnd now I`m tellin` youThat they were not the nice kindAnd it`s been so long since I have felt fine ... that`s the reason(Repeat Chorus)