There are parts of America I long to see
And parts I strive to avoid
For reasons I cannot grasp
I have no desire to sit on the veranda, any veranda
Of any country club, anywhere
And sip Mojitos
It's just not my thing
I do want to take a seat in a bar on Chicago's Northwest Side
Maybe in the Dunning neighborhood
And order a Jack and Coke
Listen to the people sitting on either side of me
Bragging about their kid's accomplishments
Or talking about work
That's more my thing
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