(Talk to Me Of) Mendocino

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
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 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