Lyrics: Talkin New York 2021 Remastered Version
Rambling out of the wild west
Leaving the towns I love best
Thought I'd seen some ups & down 'Till I come into New York town
People going down to the ground
Building 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 & ended up In one of them coffee houses on the block
Got on the stage to sing & 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 & 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 & weeks of hanging around I finally got a job in New York town
In a bigger place, bigger money too Even joined the union & 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 & knives & 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 & heated out for the western skies
So long New York Howdy, East Orange|
Leaving the towns I love best
Thought I'd seen some ups & down 'Till I come into New York town
People going down to the ground
Building 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 & ended up In one of them coffee houses on the block
Got on the stage to sing & 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 & 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 & weeks of hanging around I finally got a job in New York town
In a bigger place, bigger money too Even joined the union & 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 & knives & 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 & heated out for the western skies
So long New York Howdy, East Orange|
