Jim Croce - New York’s Not My Home lyrics

[Jim Croce - New York’s Not My Home lyrics]

Well, things were spinnin' 'round me
And all my thoughts were cloudy
And I had begun to doubt all
The things that were me

Been in so many places
You know I've run so many races
I looked into the empty faces of
The people of the night
Somethin' is just not right

'Cause I know that I gotta get outta here
I'm so alone
Don't you know that I gotta get outta here
'Cause New York's not my home

Though all the streets are crowded
There's somethin' strange about it
I lived there 'bout a year and
I never once felt at home



I thought I'd make the big time
I learned a lot of lessons awful quick
And now I'm tellin' you
That they were not the nice kind
It has been so long since I have felt fine

That's the reason that I
Gotta get outta here i'm so alone
Don't you know that I gotta get outta here
'Cause New York's not my home

1: 46 - 2: 22

That's the reason that I
Gotta get outta here i'm so alone
Don't you know that I gotta get outta here
'Cause New York's not my home

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