It's winter in New England And the gentle breezes blow, Seventy miles an hour, at fifty-two below. Oh, how I love New England When the snow's up to your butt. You take a breath of winter air and your nose, it freezes shut. Yes, the weather here is wonderful, So I guess I'll hang around. I could never leave New England 'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!!!!
Riding Motorcycles. When the cool New England air hits you lungs. Sitting in a boat on a lake pretending to fish. The view from a mountian or hill top. Reading. My Wife and Kids. Friends. People at work. Hanging out on Saturday night.
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It's winter in New England
And the gentle breezes blow,
Seventy miles an hour,
at fifty-two below.
Oh, how I love New England
When the snow's up to your butt.
You take a breath of winter air
and your nose, it freezes shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
So I guess I'll hang around.
I could never leave New England
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!!!!
Wow, I guess one never knows what will make someone else happy!
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Riding Motorcycles. When the cool New England air hits you lungs. Sitting in a boat on a lake pretending to fish. The view from a mountian or hill top. Reading. My Wife and Kids. Friends. People at work. Hanging out on Saturday night.
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