Talkin' New York

Ramblin' outa the wild west

Leavin' the towns i love the best

Thought i'd seen some ups and down

"til i come into new york town

People goin' down to the ground

Buildings goin' up to the sky.

Wintertime in new york town

The wind blowin' 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 folk singer here

Well, i got a harmonica job, begun to play

Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.

I blowed inside out and upside down.

The man there said he loved m' sound,

He was ravin' about how he loved m' sound

Dollar a day's worth

And after weeks and weeks of hangin' around

I finally got a job in new york town,

In a bigger place, bigger money too,

Even joined the union and paid m' 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 talkin' about

A lot of people don't have much food on their table,

But they got a lot of forks n' knives

And they gotta cut somethin'

So one mornin' 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