Riding to New York (Acoustic)

Well, I met him in Minnesota He was dark and overcast With long grey hair and eyes that stared Through me like I was glass I asked, "Where are you going to?" He said, "I'm the wind, I'm just blowing through" He lit up a cigarette and began to talk See, the doctors told me That my body won't hold me My lungs are turning black Been lucky strike's fool, since I was at school Now, there ain't no turning back They can't tell me how long I've got Maybe months but maybe not I'm taking this bike, and riding to New York 'Cause, I wanna see my granddaughter one last time Wanna hold her close, and feel her tiny heart beat next to mine Wanna see my son, and the man he's become Tell him I'm sorry for the things I've done And I'd do it, if I had to walk I'm taking this bike and riding to New York Through the forests of Wisconsin That I knew as a boy Past the skyline of Chicago Round the lakes of Illinois I'll lay my head in a motel bed When my back gets sore, and my eyes turn red And listen to the trucks roll past my door Through the fields of Ohio As the sunshine paints them gold I'll run like a river runs Rapid quick and cold And fly through Pennsylvania And the Jersey turnpike tolls And I won't stop, 'til I get to New York 'Cause, I wanna see my grandson one last time Wanna see his eyes, sparkling and stare back into mine Now my time is short, I wanna see my daughter Tell her I'm sorry, for the things I taught her And I'd do it, if I had to walk Oh, I'm taking this bike, I'm riding to New York Oh, when I go up to the churchyard, one last time Lay flowers down, for the woman who gave me The best years of my life And I'd do it, if I had to walk I'd do it, if I had to walk I'm taking this bike, and riding to New York