Cross Canadian Ragweed - NYCG

      
 
 Canada/McClure/Aquina
 Mission California
 
 
 CHORUS:
          A                                         
 New York City girl, born and raised in South Queens
                     E                             A        
 She goes to work in taxi cabs, comes back home in limosines
                              D          
 Well if you see her tell her I'm alright
                           A            
 I know the reason why she couldn't stay
             E                               A        
 My New York City girl, wouldn't have it any other way
 
                            D     
 I guess I should've saw it comin'
                         A      
 She gave me eery single warnin'
                    Fm           D         
 Instead I stumbled headlong into somewhere
     E          A      
 I'd never be returnin'
 
 She wouldn't let me hold her
 She let her hair fall on her shoulder
 And I didn't tell her one damn thing
 A million others haven't told her
 
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 SOLO
 
 I told her that I miss her
 She wouldn't even let me kiss her
 She just gathered up her things, fixed her hair
 Took the money from the dresser
 
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 SOLO
 
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 SOLO out