Riding To New York

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He was dark and overcast with long grey hair and eyes that stared through me like I was glass. I asked "Where are you going to?" He said "I’m the wind I’m just blowin’ through". Then he lit up a cigarette and began to talk: "See the doctors told me that my body won’t hold me my lungs are turning black. Been Lucky Strike’s fool since I was at school now there ain’t no turning back. They can’t tell me how long I’ve got maybe months but maybe not. So I’m taking this bike and riding to New York. [Chorus] ’Cause I wanna see my grand-daughter one last time Want to hold her close and feel her tiny Heartbeat next to mine Wanna see my son and the man he’s become Tell him I’m sorry for the things I’ve done And I’d do it if I had to walk Oh I’m taking this bike and riding to New York e|-------------0-------------------------------------------------------------| B|-------1-----------1--------1-1h3-----3---1--------1p0---------------------| G|-0h2-------2------------0-----------0--------0h2-------2p0-0---------------| D|-----3-------3-----2------2-------0--------------3-------------------------| A|----------------0-----0----------------------------------------------------| E|-1-------1--------------------3-------3------1-----------------------------| e|---------0h3-----3p0-------------------------0-----------------------------| B|---------------------------1-----1h3---3-------3-------3-1p0---------------| G|-------0-------0-------0-----0-------------0-------0---------2p0-----------| D|-----2-------2-------2---2-----2-----0-------0-------0---------------------| A|-0-------0-------3---------------------------------------------------------| E|---------------------------------3-------3-------3-------------------------| e|---------3p0---------------------------------------------------------------| B|-------1-------1---------------1-1h3-----3---1---------1-------1-------1---| G|-0h2-----------------------0-----------0---------0h2-------2-------2-------| D|-----3-------3-------2-------2-------0---------------3-------3-------3-----| A|-----------------0-------0-------------------------------------------------| E|-1-------1-----------------------3-------3-------1-------1-------1---------| [Verse] Through the forests of Wisconsin that I knew as a boy Past the skyline of Chicago ’round the lakes of Illinois I lay my head in a motel bed When my back get sore and my eyes turn red And listen to the trucks roll past my door Through the fields of Ohio as the sunshine paints them gold I’ll run just like a river runs rapid quick and cold Fly through Pennsylvania and the Jersey turn-pike tolls I won’t stop ’til I get to New York [Chorus] ’Cause I wanna see my grand-son one last time Wanna see his eyes sparkling and stare back into mine Now my time is short I wanna see my daughter Tell her I’m sorry for the things I taught her And I’d do it if I had to walk Oh I’m taking this bike and I’m riding to New York e|-------------0-------------------------------------------------------------| B|-------1-----------1--------1-1h3-----3---1--------1p0---------------------| G|-0h2-------2------------0-----------0--------0h2-------2p0-0---------------| D|-----3-------3-----2------2-------0--------------3-------------------------| A|----------------0-----0----------------------------------------------------| E|-1-------1--------------------3-------3------1-----------------------------| e|---------0h3-----3p0-------------------------0-----------------------------| B|---------------------------1-----1h3---3-------3-------3-1p0---------------| G|-------0-------0-------0-----0-------------0-------0---------2p0-----------| D|-----2-------2-------2---2-----2-----0-------0-------0---------------------| A|-0-------0-------3---------------------------------------------------------| E|---------------------------------3-------3-------3-------------------------| e|---------3p0---------------------------------------------------------------| B|-------1-------1---------------1-1h3-----3---1---------1-------1-------1---| G|-0h2-----------------------0-----------0---------0h2-------2-------2-------| D|-----3-------3-------2-------2-------0---------------3-------3-------3-----| A|-----------------0-------0-------------------------------------------------| E|-1-------1-----------------------3-------3-------1-------1-------1---------| [Verse] And I’d go up to the churchyard one last time Lay flowers down for the woman who gave me The best years of my life And I’d do it if I had to walk Yeah I’d do it if I had to walk I’m taking this bike and riding to New York

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La chanson évoque le voyage d’un homme vers New York, où il souhaite revoir sa famille pour une dernière fois avant de partir. Il traverse différents paysages, revivant des souvenirs de son enfance, tout en partageant des réflexions sur sa santé déclinante et son passé. Ce périple est empreint d’émotions, comme les regrets et l’amour qu'il porte à ses proches, ainsi que le désir de se réconcilier avec eux. Le contexte est celui d'un voyage symbolique, illustrant l'idée de retour vers l’essentiel et les liens familiaux, même face à l’inéluctabilité de la mort. Ce trajet est plus qu’un simple déplacement; c’est une quête de rédemption et de connexion humaine, qui souligne l’importance des relations et des souvenirs.

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