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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeTalking New York
Ramblin' outa the wild WestLeavin' the towns I love the bestThought I'd seen some ups and down"Til I come into New York townPeople goin' down to the groundBuildings goin' up to the skyWintertime in New York townThe wind blowin' snow aroundWalk around with nowhere to goSomebody could freeze right to the boneI froze right to the boneNew York Times saidIt was the coldest winter in seventeen yearsI didn't feel so cold thenI swung on to my old guitarGrabbed hold of a subway carAnd after a rocking, reeling,rolling rideI landed up on the downtown sideGreenwich VillageI walked down there and ended upIn one of them coffee-houses on the blockGot on the stage to sing and playMan there said, "Come back some other dayYou sound like a hillbillyWe want folk singer here"Well, I got a harmonica jobbegun to playBlowin' my lungs out for a dollar a dayI blowed inside out and upside downThe man there said he loved m' soundHe was ravin' about how he loved m' soundDollar a day's worthAnd after weeks and weeks of hangin' aroundI finally got a job in New York townIn a bigger place, bigger money tooEven joined the union and paid m' duesNow, a very great man once saidThat some people rob you with a fountain penIt didn't take too long to find outJust what he was talkin' aboutA lot of people don't have much foodOn their tableBut they got a lot of forks n' knivesAnd they gotta cut somethin'So one mornin' when the sun was warmI rambled out of New York townPulled my cap down over my eyesAnd headed out for the western skiesSo long, New YorkHowdy, East Orange
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