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Let us be lovers
We'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes
And Mrs. Wagner's pies
And we walked off to look for America
"Cathy," I said, as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four day to hitchhike from Saginaw
And I've come to look for America."
"Cathy, I'm lost," I said
Though I knew she was sleeping.
"I'm empty and aching and I don't know why,"
Countin' the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America.
All come to come to look for America
Countin' the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America.
All come to come to look for America (refrain)
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Near the scrap yard my Father'll be Buried
Near the Newark Airport my father'll be
Under a Winston Cigarette sign buried
On Exit 14 Turnpike NJ South
Through the tollgate Service Road 1 my father buried
Past Merchants Refrigerating concrete on the cattailed marshes
past the Budweiser Anheuser-Busch brick brewery
in the B'Nai Israel Cemetery behind a green painted iron fence
where there used to be a paint factory and farms
where Pennick makes chemicals now
under the Penn Central power Station
transformer wires, at the borderline
between Elizabeth and Newark, next to Aunt Rose
Gaidemack, near Uncle Harry Meltzer
one grave over from Abe's wife Anna my father'll be buried.
Megalopolis with burning factories-
Bayonne refineries behind Newark Hell-light
truck trains passing trans-continental gas-lines,
blinking signs KEEP AWAKE
Giant giant giant transformer,
electricity Stacks' glowing smoke-
More Chimney fires than all Kansas in a mile,
Sulphur chemical Humble gigantic viaducts
networked by road side
What smell burning rubber, oil
"freshens your mouth"
Raliroad rust, deep marsh garbage-fume
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