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.
Howdy
East Orange.
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