Chords
Riding To New York

Key: C

Introduction:

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Well, I met him in Minnesota he was dark and overcast
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with long grey hair and eyes that stared
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through me like I was glass
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I asked, where are you going to?
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He said, I'm the wind, I'm just blowin' through
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Then he lit up a cigarette and began to talk
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See the doctors told me that my body won't hold me
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My lungs are turning black
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Been Lucky Strike's fool since I was at school
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Now there ain't no turning back
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They can't tell me how long I've got, maybe months, but maybe not
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So I'm taking this bike and riding to New York
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'Cause I wanna see my grand-daughter one last time
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Want to hold her close and feel her tiny
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Heartbeat next to mine
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Wanna see my son and the man he's become
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Tell him I'm sorry for the things I've done
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And I'd do it if I had to walk
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Oh, I'm taking this bike and riding to New York
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Through the forests of Wisconsin, that I knew as a boy
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Past the skyline of Chicago, 'round the lakes of Illinois
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I lay my head in a motel bed
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When my back get sore and my eyes turn red
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And listen to the trucks roll past my door
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Through the fields of Ohio as the sunshine paints them gold
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I'll run just like a river runs, rapid, quick and cold
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Fly through Pennsylvania and the Jersey turn-pike tolls
 Am7                             C                         G 
I won't stop 'til I get to New York
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'Cause I wanna see my grand-son one last time
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Wanna see his eyes sparkling and stare back into mine
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Now my time is short, I wanna see my daughter
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Tell her I'm sorry for the things I taught her
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And I'd do it if I had to walk
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Oh, I'm taking this bike and I'm riding to New York
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And I'd go up to the churchyard one last time
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Lay flowers down for the woman who gave me
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The best years of my life
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And I'd do it if I had to walk
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Yeah, I'd do it if I had to walk
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I'm taking this bike and riding to New York