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There's just soemthin' about this hotel Got me wishin' I was dead. Got to get out of New York City, Somewhere I can clear my head. I was just kickin' along the sidewalk, No one looks you in the eye, No one asks you how you doin', Don't seem to care if you live or die. I just got to get me somewhere, Somewhere that I can feel free, Get me out of New York City, son, New York City's killin' me. It was just outside of Nashville, I met the woman of my dreams. Sure would like to get to know her, Maybe find out what it means. I get so tired of all this concrete. I get so tired of all this noise. Gotta get back up in the country, And have a couple drinks with the good ole' boys. I just got to get me somewhere, Somewhere that I can be free, Get me out of New York City, son, New York City's killin' me. From Letras Mania