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It ain't south, it ain't north
But it's my July Fourth
It's a joy, it's a world
For a boy and a girl
I mean Cincinnati
That ever-loving town
Cincinnati, Ohio
That's the city for my
It ain't east, it ain't west
But it treats you the best
It ain't high, it ain't low
But oh my, what a show
I'll get there by train, plane, caboose or canoe
Cincinnati, Cincinnati, coming home to you
I left my heart on the Ohio
And there it waits for me
Get out that firehouse band
And shout all over the land
Here I come a-hummin' right home to you
Let me go to that spot
And I'll show you what's what
Let me live in the block
Where the riverboats dock
I mean Cincinnati
That ever-loving town
Cincinnati, Ohio
That's the city for my
It ain't old, but it's class
It's like gold that ain't brass
I won't roam for a change
'Cause it's home on my range
I'll get there by train, plane, caboose or canoe
Cincinnati, Cincinnati, coming home to you
Cincinnati, Cincinnati, coming home to you



Авторы: Raymond B. Evans, Jay Livingston Copyright: St. Angelo Music, Jay Livingston Music, St Angelo Music, Jay Livingston Music, Inc., Jay Livingston Music Inc


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