New York City, look at me now
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Being stared at from behind the plow
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Mississippi, don't get annoyed
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I ain't no hippie, just a New York boy
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Didn't want the mayor to come
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Or a big brass band to greet me
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But then the reception I got
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Well it wasn't what I had in mind
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People gawkin' at me
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Like I'm talkin' strange
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Me, I ain't much better
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'Cause I'm thinkin' the same
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Hey boy
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New York City, look at me now
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Being stared at from behind the plow
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Mississippi, don't get annoyed
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I ain't no hippie, just a New York boy
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Sayin' y'all and eatin' on grits
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Talkin' as slow as molasses
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And all the time just pointing at me
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And the hair growin' over my ears
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Gets my mind to wonderin'
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Just who's right and who's wrong
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I guess if they'll get used to the sideburns
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I'll get used to the corn
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Hey boy
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New York City, look at me now
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Being stared at from behind the plow
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Mississippi, don't get annoyed
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I ain't no hippie, just a New York boy
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New York City, look at me now
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Being stared at from behind the plow
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Mississippi, don't get annoyed
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I ain't no hippie, just a New York boy
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New York City look at me now.....
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New York Boy
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| Neil Diamond |
