Bob Dylan - Talkin' New York

Rambling out of the wild west 
Leaving the towns I love best 
Thought I'd seen some ups and 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 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.