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Talkin New York     Bob Dylan



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Artist: Bob Dylan
Song: Talkin New York


Talkin New York
All Music and Lyrics By Bob Dylan
Chorded By Russ Stone


G . C . D . .
G . C . D . . G C/G G . G . . .

G                   C    /b
Rambling out of the wild west
D
Leaving the towns I love the best
G                     C
Thought I'd seen some ups and downs
        D                  /f# G (. /e/d . )
'Till I come into New York town
C                               /b
People going down to the ground
D                              /f# G
Buildings going up to the sky.
G . C /b D . . /f#G ./e/d G

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

END

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