โหลดเพลง mp3 Talkin' New York - Bob Dylan

Talkin' New York - Bob Dylan
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 hill billy

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 don'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