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Moon in Manhattan and it’s shinning down,
down on my baby, there in tinsel town.
Moonlight at midnight she’s wild and free,
picture moon bathing; she’s picture lovely.

Through lights of Broadway Polaris can’t see,
sure wish that North Star’d lead her home to me.
She longs for stardom she left me to find;
without my baby I’m losing my mind.

Footlights are shining, she stumbles blindly,
swears that she loves me but just had to see
if little town blues she could melt away
for top of the list from me she did stray.

Twelve-hundred miles on I Ninety-five,
three hour flight, seventeen if I drive,
but what does New York have for country man?
Felt much more at home in town of Cheyenne.

She’s Pocahantas, land of Iroquois,
love to be with her, she’s my pride and joy.
I’m deeply rooted, surrounded by clan,
she needs Lord Greystoke, I’m more a Tarzan.

Ceaseless fence sitting is chapping my ass;
now’s time for action, I’ve reached an impasse.
Leaving this minute, yeah I’m setting out,
as to my worries I’ll give no more thought.

Be there for dinner if I drive all night,
no more impotence, I got strength to fight.
Fight for my baby to be by my side,
grabbing my saddle, beginning long ride.

I’m losing my blues, I’m leaving today,
my vagabond shoes are leading the way.
The one who’s leaving is not her but me,
and I’m on my way to darling baby!

Moon in Manhattan and it’s shinning down,
down on my baby, there in tinsel town.
Moonlight at midnight she’s wild and free,
picture moon bathing; she’s picture lovely.

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