Talking 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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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Now, a very great man once said

That some people rob you with a fountain pen.

It didn'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'.

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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.

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Copyright 1962; renewed 1990 MCA

First release: Bob Dylan, 1962

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