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Black 47
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My Love is in New York
Lyricist:Timothy Brinkhurst
Joined the service out of school in the year of '69 When the Doors were ridin' on the storm, Hendrix was alive And before I could blink an eye, I was sent to Vietnam To teach them people democracy, Jesus, what a laugh
All across the highlands, we moved in single file Lookin' for them Vietcong, I musta crawled a thousand miles But I'd only one thought on me mind 'Twas your eyes of emerald green My love is in New York, oh, she's the only one for me
I learned to smoke the opium pipe, I learned it all too well 'Cause when the shells are bangin' in your ears, it stops that livin' hell Then one night six months later while in the DMZ Me own dear U.S. Air Force blew the hell right out of me
Still I loved my country, I saluted the old flag When you're a boy from Woodside, Queens You give it all you have, 'cause I knew you'd be there waitin' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com With your eyes of emerald green My love is in New York and she's the only one for me
But when I got sent home at last, they jeered and spat at me They called me a fascist, said I was the enemy I could've put up with all of that, 'twas no big thing to me But you killed me with one look of disgust From those emerald greens
Now I sit down here on Broadway, this pavement is me home The war is long forgotten for those who stayed at home And I wish I had me opium pipe to stop that livin' hell That's goin' on inside me head, I wish it all so well
And the Doors still ride by on the storm, Hendrix hides from Joe I should be history around here but where else is there to go 'Caused I know you're out there somewhere With your eyes of emerald green, my love is in New York, oh she'
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