I bid farewell to the state of old New York;

my home away from home.

In the state of New York I came of age

when first I started roaming.

And the trees grow high in New York state,

and they shine like gold in the autumn.

Never had the blues from where I came,

but in New York State, I got 'em.

(Chorus:)

Talk to me of Mendocino; closing my eyes I hear the sea.

Must I wait? Must I follow? Won't you say come with me?

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And it's on to South Bend, Indiana, 

flat out on the western plain;

Rise up over the Rockies and down on into California,

out to where, but the rocks again.

And let the sun set on the ocean.

I will watch it from the shore.

Let the sun rise over the redwoods,

I'll rise with it till I rise no more.

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