I was born in Philadelphia
Not too far from Rittenhouse Square
Maybe you pass by that place sometimes
My family still lives there
But please don't ask them about me
Especially not my Dad
As far as he's concerned
I'm just another bit of
good luck that went bad
And, so, I'm living up here in Canada
Living here all alone
A very nice country
But not my own
Funny thing about the people here
They're just like the people back home
And the buildings look a lot alike
Not much of that New York tone
The streets are a little bit cleaner
And every one has its sign
Printed very neatly
Half a million streets
Not one of them mine
I'm still living up here in Canada
Living here all alone
A very nice country
But not my own
I've been writing lots of letters home
I get answers once in awhile
They say things like
Please don't catch a cold
Well, that always makes me smile
But they never mention my brother
Or what he intends to be
I guess they're all afraid
If we got too friendly
He'd turn out like me
So, I'm living up here in Canada
Living here all alone
A very nice country
But not my own
Funny thing the war is over now
They're not making anyone go
Seems like they just got tired of it
They used to love it so
You'd think they'd say we're sorry now
And maybe you were right
But they won't let us back
They say it isn't fair
To the kids they forced to fight
Meanwhile, I'm living up here in Canada
Living here all alone
A very nice country
But not my own
There are lots of others living here
Twenty, thirty thousand or so
Some of them say they'd much rather stay
But I sure would like to go
And now they're talking the draft again
And resuming nuclear tests
I'll find some empty spots
Set up folding cots
Cause I'm expecting lots more guests
Meanwhile, I'm living up here in Canada
Living here all alone
A very nice country
But not my own
A very nice country
But not my own
Not too far from Rittenhouse Square
Maybe you pass by that place sometimes
My family still lives there
But please don't ask them about me
Especially not my Dad
As far as he's concerned
I'm just another bit of
good luck that went bad
And, so, I'm living up here in Canada
Living here all alone
A very nice country
But not my own
Funny thing about the people here
They're just like the people back home
And the buildings look a lot alike
Not much of that New York tone
The streets are a little bit cleaner
And every one has its sign
Printed very neatly
Half a million streets
Not one of them mine
I'm still living up here in Canada
Living here all alone
A very nice country
But not my own
I've been writing lots of letters home
I get answers once in awhile
They say things like
Please don't catch a cold
Well, that always makes me smile
But they never mention my brother
Or what he intends to be
I guess they're all afraid
If we got too friendly
He'd turn out like me
So, I'm living up here in Canada
Living here all alone
A very nice country
But not my own
Funny thing the war is over now
They're not making anyone go
Seems like they just got tired of it
They used to love it so
You'd think they'd say we're sorry now
And maybe you were right
But they won't let us back
They say it isn't fair
To the kids they forced to fight
Meanwhile, I'm living up here in Canada
Living here all alone
A very nice country
But not my own
There are lots of others living here
Twenty, thirty thousand or so
Some of them say they'd much rather stay
But I sure would like to go
And now they're talking the draft again
And resuming nuclear tests
I'll find some empty spots
Set up folding cots
Cause I'm expecting lots more guests
Meanwhile, I'm living up here in Canada
Living here all alone
A very nice country
But not my own
A very nice country
But not my own
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Testo da Mudcat
Dalla compilation What Now, People? Vol. 1