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

Chorus:
I`m 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
It`s just too big a town

He was cold and wet and hungry
But he never did complain
Said he`d come a thousand miles
Through sleet and snow and rain
He had a hundred stories
About the places that he`d been
He`d hang around a little while
And hit the road again

Chorus

See I`ve 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 wouldn`t talk to me
I held out about a week
Went back to Tennessee

So, I thought I`d 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 didn`t wish him well
I slipped the kid a twenty
Said `Billy give `em hell`

Chorus x 2