(drums). Craig steward (harmonica). Dick fegy (mandolin). Marty krystall (saxophone) Once upon a time. It was in albuquerque, new mexico. There were these girls that worked at the college. The were
Some folks like to get away. Take a holiday from the neighbourhood. Hop a flight to Miami Beach. Or to Hollywood. I'm taking a Greyhound. On the Hudson River Line. I'm in a NewYork state of
Some folks like to get away,. Take a holiday from the neighborhood. Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood. But I'm takin' a Greyhound on the Hudson River line. I'm in a NewYork state of
earth I tell my momma, dont cry. I'll see my daddy in paradise. Where the blind can see, the mute can talk. The crippled can walk but for now Heaven's in NewYork Heaven's in NewYork. I need a ticket
Yo gee. Come and get your NewYork Post. NewYork Post right here. Come on y'all. Get the bost stubost stubost. Coasta coasta NewYork Post. Yo NewYork Post don't brag or boast. Dissin
Yo gee. Come and get your NewYork Post. NewYork Post right here. Come on y'all. Get the bost stubost stubost. Coasta coasta NewYork Post. Yo NewYork Post don't brag or boast. Dissin
Yo gee. Come and get your NewYork Post. NewYork Post right here. Come on y'all. Get the bost stubost stubost. Coasta coasta NewYork Post. Yo NewYork Post don't brag or boast. Dissin
Bài hát NewYork State Of Mind - Barbra Streisand, Billy Joel. Some folks like to get away . Take a holiday from the neighborhood . Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood . But I'm takin' a
Bài hát NewYork State Of Mind - Barbra Streisand, Billy Joel. Some folks like to get away . Take a holiday from the neighborhood . Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood . But I'm takin' a
Bài hát NewYork State Of Mind - Barbra Streisand, Billy Joel. Some folks like to get away . Take a holiday from the neighborhood . Hop a flight to Miami Beach or to Hollywood . But I'm takin' a
J'ai vu NewYork. NewYork you. S. A. J'ai vu NewYork. NewYork you. S. A. J'ai jamais rien vu d'au. J'ai jamais rien vu d'aussi haut. Oh! C'est haut, c'est haut NewYork. NewYork you
There's just somethin' about this hotel. Got me wishin' I was dead. Gotta get out of NewYork City, son. Somewhere I can clear my head I was just kickin' along the sidewalk. No one looks you in