Lyrics New York Is Not My Home - Jim Croce
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
And
looked
into
the
empty
faces
of
the
people
of
the
night
And
something
is
just
not
right
'cause
I
know
That
I
gotta
get
out
of
here
I'm
so
alone
Don't
you
know
that
I
gotta
get
out
of
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
And
it's
been
so
long
since
I
have
felt
fine,
that's
the
reason
That
I
gotta
get
out
of
here
I'm
so
alone
Don't
you
know
that
I
gotta
get
out
of
here
'Cause
New
York's
not
my
home
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