Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talkin New York, artist - Bob Dylan.
Date of issue: 24.10.2013
Song language: English
Talkin 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. |
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. |
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 folk singer here.» |
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. |
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. |
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'. |
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. |