N. Y. C. — текст песни (Steve Earle)

He was standing on the highway

Somewhere way out in the sticks

Guitar across his shoulder

Like a 30 ought six

He was staring in my headlights

When I come around the bend

Climbed up on my shotgun side

And told me with a grin



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Im going to new york city

I never really been there

Just like the way it sounds

I heard the girls are pretty

There must be something happening there

Its just too big a town



He was cold and wet and hungry

But he never did complain

Said hed come a thousand miles

Through sleet and snow and rain

He had a hundred stories

About the places that hed been

Hed hang around a little while

And hit the road again



Chorus



See Ive been to new york city

Seems like it was yesterday

I was standing like a pilgrim

On the great white way

The girls were really pretty

But they wouldnt talk to me

I held out about a week

Went back to tennessee



So, I thought Id better warn him

As he climbed out of my car

Grabbed his battered suitcase

And shouldered his guitar

I knew I was just jealous

If I didnt wish him well

I slipped the kid a twenty

Said billy give em hell



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