Bob Dylan Lyrics

Album: BOB DYLAN

Talkin' New York Lyrics

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.