The way I look some think I’m Italian
The way I talk they’d swear, American
It don't matter how my blood has been mixed
But my heart always rises to the East
It’s always been the East in me
That’s all there is to me
I may look West and love the South
But there is no sunset in my heart
I’ve been around so much so many times
That I forgot the first reason for all my rhymes
The workers, the people and the factories
And the fields by the border in the East
It’s always been the East in me
That’s all there is to me
I may look West and love the South
But there is no sunset in my heart
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