Woah New England

It ain't the most dramatic part of the USA But you know James Taylor Tanglewoods are the soul of Independence Day The San Fran' sages love to say California left us behind But I'd rather be sitting in old New England hearing the cicadas whine Woah New England Fetishized and fantasized Woah New England Deliver up your subtle surprise Woah New England Don't you go and pass me by No southern belles, no western skies Can get you off my mind Your brisk ocean beaches and your antique lobster traps Your white steepled churches and your flowing maple taps From your quiet charms you know my heart could never stray You can shove LA, buzz Miami I just want the Kancamagus Highway Woah New England Fetishized and fantasized Woah New England Deliver up your subtle surprise Woah New England Don't you go and pass me by No southern belles, no western skies Can get you off my mind Now that I'm so far away from dappled woodland light I'm not sure I have the strength to make it through the night Oh but when I get that melancholy in my bones I'm out out that door no blues no more You know I'm heading home Woah New England Fetishized and fantasized Woah New England Deliver up your subtle surprise Woah New England Don't go leaving me behind No southern belles, no western skies Can get you off my mind No southern belles, no western skies Can get you off my mind No southern belles, no western skies Can get you off my mind