Lyrics New York - The Ozark Mountain Daredevils

New York

Welcome to the city, welcome to disaster
You see a pretty girl, but you’re walkin' right past her
You give it up, get it back, Turn around and ask her
She don’t talk back so you talk a little faster
Winkin' in a snapshot, wavin' like a bigshot
You’re feelin' pretty good 'til you think you hear a gunshot
Another punk outta junk, Breakin' in a pawn shop
Cops yell freeze so you take another snapshot
Ah … it’s New York
Ah … it’s New York
I guess everything my daddy told me was right
When you’re in the Big Apple
Then you better learn to take a bite
(HARP SOLO)
I guess everything my daddy told me was right
When you’re in the Big Apple
Then you better learn to take a bite
Workin' in a hotel, workin for the housedick
You stop a little girl who’s pullin' in her own tricks
Talk awhile, get a smile, Make another sidekick
It won’t last long but it beats feelin' homesick
Jumpin' in a taxi, gotta see the band play
It’s on a little sidestreet, a little off of Broadway
You make a turn, then you learn, You’re goin' down the wrong way
The cabby wants a tip 'cause he got you there the hard way
Ah … it’s New York
Ah … it’s New York
Ah … it’s New York
Ah … it’s New York
(GUITAR STUFF)
It’s New York
(GUITAR & HARP STUFF)
It’s New York
(GUITAR & HARP STUFF)