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Verse 1:
D
When i first saw New York city

I was green down to the core

You could see my red neck glowing

For a mile or maybe more
A
Between the hustlers and the hookers

I must have made their day

Cause they peeled me like an apple,Lawd
D
And sent me on my way


Bridge 1:

When you're pushed and shoved and almost mugged

It ain't no place to be

So i came to one conclusion
A
New York ain't for me


Chorus:
D
From sea to shining sea

And coast to coast

Somewhere in the middle

Is the land i love the most
A
I ain't California pretty

I can't survive the Great White Way

I'm too dumb for New York city
D
And too ugly for L.A.


Verse 2:

I made my way to Tinseltown

To Hollywood and Vine

Out among those pretty faces

I'd surely find a place for mine
A
The way i walk-the way i talk

They'll hang on every word

But don't call me,i'll call you
D
Was all i ever heard


Bridge 2:

In L.A. what they're thinking

Ain't what they talk about

At least in New York city
A
There's never any doubt


Chorus.

A
I'm too dumb for New York city
D
And too ugly for L.A.
Verse 1:   D    When i first saw New York city      I was green down to the core      You could see my red neck glowing      For a mile or maybe more   A    Between the hustlers and the hookers      I must have made their day      Cause they peeled me like an apple,Lawd   D   And sent me on my way         Bridge 1:      When you're pushed and shoved and almost mugged      It ain't no place to be      So i came to one conclusion   A   New York ain't for me         Chorus:   D   From sea to shining sea      And coast to coast      Somewhere in the middle      Is the land i love the most   A   I ain't California pretty      I can't survive the Great White Way      I'm too dumb for New York city   D   And too ugly for L.A.         Verse 2:      I made my way to Tinseltown      To Hollywood and Vine      Out among those pretty faces      I'd surely find a place for mine   A    The way i walk-the way i talk      They'll hang on every word      But don't call me,i'll call you   D   Was all i ever heard         Bridge 2:      In L.A. what they're thinking      Ain't what they talk about      At least in New York city   A   There's never any doubt         Chorus.      A   I'm too dumb for New York city   D   And too ugly for L.A.