THE ROLLING MILLS OF NEW JERSEY

(Roberts and Barrand)



When I die, bury me low

Where I can hear the petroleum flow.

A sweeter sound, I never did know

The rolling mills of New Jersey.



Down in Trenton, there is a bar

The bums, they come from near and from far

They come by truck, they come by car

The lousy bums of New Jersey



Chorus



Down in Hoboken, there will be

Garbage as far as the eye can see.

There's garbage for you, there's garbage for me.

The garbage dumps of New Jersey.

Chorus



When at last, I decided to roam,

Far away from my home in Bayonne.

I sat down, and wrote this poem.

I wrote an ode to New Jersey.



Chorus



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Copyright John Roberts and Tony Barrand

Sung to the tune of The Rolling Hills of the Border.

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