Live, Gerde's Folk City, NYC - 16.apr.1962
Here's a New York song. This isn't like the usual New York songs.
The songs you nowadays hear about New York, they holler about the
glamour kind of 42nd street, the Broadway theatres,
you hear them all the time.
New York, New York, the wonderful town, let's go to New York-vacation,
and what a great town it is.
This wasn't written up there where all those songs are written.
This is written down in the United States.
Rambling out of the wild west
Leaving the towns that I loved the best
I thought I'd seen some ups and downs
Till I rambled into New York Town
Buildings going down to the ground
People going up to the sky.
Well I got on a subway, took a seat
And got off on 42nd street
I met this fellow named Dolores there
He started rubbing his hands through my hair.
I [...] ten hot dogs stands for movie houses and a couple of
dancing studios back on the subway.
Well I swung on to my old guitar
Grabbed hold of that old subway car
After rocking reeling rolling around
I landed up the downtown side
Greenwich Village. Folklore centre.
Izzy Young? [...]
I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffeehouses on the block
I'd get on the stage, to sing and play
The man there did say: come back some other day.
Sound like hillbilly
We want folksingers here.
I got a harmonica-job, I'm gonna play
Blowing my brains out for a dollar a day
I blew it inside out and upside down
The man there said he's crazy about my sound.
He's raving about it, he's telling all his friends about it.
A 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 joint the union, paid my dues.
Six months in advance.
Now some very great man he once said
That some people rob you with a fountainpen
In New York it don't take too long to find out
Just what he was talkin' about
Lot of people don't have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks and lot of knives
And they got to 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 headed out for the western skies.
So long New York
Howdy East Orange.