Wheels

I bid farewell to the state of old New York

My home away from home

In the state of New York I came of age

When first I started roaming

And the trees grow high in New York state

And they shine like gold in the autumn

Never had the blues from whence I came

But in New York state

I got 'em

Talk to me of Mendocino

Closing my eyes I hear the sea

Must I wait

Must I follow

Won't you say come with me

And it's on to south bend

Indiana

Flat out on the western plain

Rise up over the rockies and down on into California

Out to where but the rocks again

And let the sun set on the ocean

I will watch it from the shore

Let the sun rise over the redwoods

I'll rise with it till I rise no more

Talk to me of Mendocino

Closing my eyes I hear the sea

Must I wait

Must I follow

Won't you say come with me