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I said hey little girl
Take me by the hand
Walk me down this boardwalk
One last time again

Gonna see those pretty beaded lights
Hear those carnival sounds
And we're stopping at the top tonight
When the ferris wheal goes round

You say that I've been restless
You don't understand
Tomorrow I'll be leaving on that morning train
Gonna leave this candy apple town behind
Gonna get out while I still can

Going to New York City
With this guitar in my hand

Been wishing on these stars too long
Been playing in these bars too long
Been held up in your arms too long
Been a prisoner of my heart too long

Going to New York City
Gonna find out where I stand
Then I'll be walking down broadway
With this guitar in my hand

When I sing for these tourists
But I dream life on the water
With every dream that gets broken
This life gets harder and harder

Leave this candy apple town behind
Gonna get out while I still can
Going to New York City
With this guitar in my hand

Been wishing on these stars too long
Been playing in these bars too long
Been held up in your arms too long
Been a prisoner of my heart too long

Going to New York City
Gonna find out where I stand
Then I'll be walking down broadway
With this guitar in my hand
I said hey little girl   Take me by the hand   Walk me down this boardwalk    One last time again      Gonna see those pretty beaded lights   Hear those carnival sounds   And we're stopping at the top tonight   When the ferris wheal goes round      You say that I've been restless   You don't understand   Tomorrow I'll be leaving on that morning train   Gonna leave this candy apple town behind   Gonna get out while I still can      Going to New York City   With this guitar in my hand      Been wishing on these stars too long   Been playing in these bars too long   Been held up in your arms too long   Been a prisoner of my heart too long      Going to New York City   Gonna find out where I stand   Then I'll be walking down broadway   With this guitar in my hand      When I sing for these tourists   But I dream life on the water   With every dream that gets broken   This life gets harder and harder      Leave this candy apple town behind   Gonna get out while I still can   Going to New York City   With this guitar in my hand      Been wishing on these stars too long   Been playing in these bars too long   Been held up in your arms too long   Been a prisoner of my heart too long      Going to New York City   Gonna find out where I stand   Then I'll be walking down broadway   With this guitar in my hand