Текст песни Gil Scott-Heron - New York Is Killing Me

Yeah, the doctors don't know, but New York was killing me, Bunch of doctors coming round, they don't know That New York is killing me. Yeah, I need to go home and take it slow in Jackson, Tennessee. Let me tell ya fast city ain't living all, It's cracked up to be. Fast city living it all, It's cracked up to be. Yes, seem I need to go home And slow down in Jackson, Tennessee. Yes, I lay down, I lay down, The doctor, "Try to take it all in." Yeah, lay down, lay down To try to take it all in. Yeah, you got 8 million people, And I didn't have a single friend. Don't you know, don't you know New York was killing me? Yes, I was standing nearly dying here, New York was killing me, Seems like I need to start over And move back home in Jackson, Tennessee. Lord, have mercy, mercy on me! Yeah, Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me! Tell him to bury my body back home in Jackson, Tennessee. Yeah, Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me! Yeah, I need to be back home, need to be back home, Need to be back home, need to be back home, yeah! Born in Chicago but I go home Tennessee. Yeah, I born in Chicago but I...
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