Talkin' New York

Rambling out of the Wild West
 Leaving the towns I love the best
 Thought I'd seen some ups and downs
 'Till I come into New York town
 People going down to the ground
 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
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 I swung on to my old guitar
 Grabbed hold of a subway car
 After rocking, reeling, rolling ride
 I landed up on the downtown side
 Greenwich Village
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 I walked down there and ended up
 In one of them coffee-houses on the block
 I get on the stage to sing and play
 Man there said, "Come back some other day
 You sound like a hillbilly
 We want folksingers here"
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 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
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 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 somethin'
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 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