Talking New York

Rambling out of the wild west

Leaving the towns I love the best

Thought I'd seen some ups and down

'till I come into new york town

People going down to the ground

Building's going up to the sky

Wintertime in new york town

The wind blowing snow around

Walk around with nowhere to go

Somebody could

Freeze right to the bone

I froze right to the bone,

New york times said

"It was the coldest winter

In seventeen years"

I didn't feel so cold then

I swung on to my old guitar

Grabbed hold of a subway car

And after a rocking,

Reeling,

Rolling ride

I landed up on the downtown side

Greenwich village

I walked down there

And ended up

In one of them

Coffee-houses on the block

Got on the stage to sing and play

Man there said,

Come back some other day

You sound like a hillbilly

We want folksingers here

Well,I got a harmonica job

Begun to play

Blowing my lungs out

For a dollar a day

I blowed inside out

And upside down

The man there said,

He loved my sound

He was raving about

He loved my sound

Dollar a day's worth

After weeks

And weeks of hanging around

I finally got a job

In new york town

In a bigger place,

Bigger money too

Even joined the union

And paid my dues

Now,

A very great man once said

That some people rob you

With a fountain pen

It don't take

Too long to find out

Just what he was talking about

A lot of people

Don't have much food on their table

But they got a lot of forks

And knives

And they gotta cut something

So one morning

When the sun was warm

I rambled out of new york town

Pulled my cap down

Over my eyes

And headed out for

The western skies

So long new york

Howdy,east orange