Rolling Mills of New Jersey
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Roberts & Barrand
CHORUS:
When I die, bury me low
Where I can hear the petroleum flow.
A sweeter sound, I never did know
The rolling mills of New Jersey.
Down in Trenton, there is a bar
The bums, they come from near and far
They come by truck, they come by car
The lousy bums of New Jersey
Down in Hoboken, there will be
Trash as far as the eye can see.
Enough for you, enough for me.
The garbage dumps of New Jersey.
When at last, I decided to roam,
Far away from my home in Bayonne.
I sat down and wrote this poem.
I wrote an ode to New Jersey.
When you miss your home in Hoboken
Don't let the PATH train leave you heartbroken
Turn the stile and put in your token
You can subway back home to New Jersey.
With all the tolls -- GWB,
The Delaware Bridge to the Tappan Zee --
Free to get in but never to leave
You pay to escape from New Jersey.