F Am G Bottle of red, bottle of whiteF Am G My dad sent to me the other nightF Am G In the box there was a postcard just for funF Am G Saying everyone is proud, we miss you son [Hook]F Am G See my mother on SkypeF Am G C Hear my sisters through postcards they writeF Am G Watch my niece grow through InstagramF Am G C F Am G Yeah, around the world my body will roam, but my soul's in New YorkF Am G My soul's in New York [Verse 2]F Am G Light creeps in the hotel from the sunF Am G All the homies left a voicemail from the pubF Am G "Thinking of you, we'll pour out a beerF Am G But goddamn, Jon, we wish you were here" [Hook]F Am G See my mother on SkypeF Am G C Hear my sisters through postcards they writeF Am G Watch my niece grow through InstagramF Am G C F Am G Yeah, around the world my body will roam, but my soul's in New YorkF Am G My soul's in New York N.C. See my mother on Skype N.C. Hear my sisters through postcards they write N.C. Watch my niece grow through Instagram N.C. Yeah, around the world my body will roam, but my soul's in New York
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