I'm gonna make my way to L.A. just to tell my friends I've been
Spend sleepless nights in Memphis, I'll be broke by New Orleans
I might lose myself to whiskey and my dear friend Mr Jack
But I'll find me a girl in New York and I won't be coming back
Well I gave my heart to London but the streets they wore me thin
Like the songs of a thousands buskers whispered lonely to the wind
So I'll say farewell to England and I'll kiss my Union Jack
And I'll find me a girl in New York and I won't be coming back
And I stare down the horizon
As it carries the boats out to see
My cold, wet, tiny island
Will always mean something to me
But I'll make my way to L.A. just to tell my friends I've been
Spend sleepless nights in Memphis, I'll be broke by New Orleans
Might lose myself to whiskey and my dear friend Mr Jack
But I'll find me a girl in New York and I won't be coming back
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