Talkin New York

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Rambling out of the wild west 
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Leaving the towns I love the best 
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Thought I‘d seen some ups and downs 
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‘Till I come into New York town 
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People going down to the ground 
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Buildings going up to the sky. 
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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 heated out for the western skies 
So long New York 
Howdy, East Orange