Текст песни Jim Croce - New Yorks Not My Home
Jim Croce - New Yorks 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 Ive run so many racesAnd looked into the empty faces of the people of the nightAnd something is just not right, cause I knowThat I gotta get out of hereIm so aloneDont you know that I gotta get out of herecause new yorks not my homeThough all the streets are crowdedTheres somethin strange about itI lived there bout a year and I never once felt at homeI thought Id make the big timeI learned a lot of lessons awful quickAnd now Im tellin youThat they were not the nice kindAnd its been so long since I have felt fine, thats the reasonThat I gotta get out of hereIm so aloneDont you know that I gotta get out of herecause new yorks not my home