New York — текст песни (The Ozark Mountain Daredevils)

(GUITAR & DRUMS INTRO)

Welcome to the city, welcome to disaster

You see a pretty girl, but you`re walkin` right past her

You give it up, get it back, Turn around and ask her

She don`t talk back so you talk a little faster



Winkin` in a snapshot, wavin` like a bigshot

You`re feelin` pretty good `til you think you hear a gunshot

Another punk outta junk, Breakin` in a pawn shop

Cops yell freeze so you take another snapshot



Ah ... it`s New York

Ah ... it`s New York



I guess everything my daddy told me was right

When you`re in the Big Apple

Then you better learn to take a bite



(HARP SOLO)



I guess everything my daddy told me was right

When you`re in the Big Apple

Then you better learn to take a bite



Workin` in a hotel, workin for the housedick

You stop a little girl who`s pullin` in her own tricks

Talk awhile, get a smile, Make another sidekick

It won`t last long but it beats feelin` homesick



Jumpin` in a taxi, gotta see the band play

It`s on a little sidestreet, a little off of Broadway

You make a turn, then you learn, You`re goin` down the wrong way

The cabby wants a tip `cause he got you there the hard way



Ah ... it`s New York

Ah ... it`s New York

Ah ... it`s New York

Ah ... it`s New York

(GUITAR STUFF)

It`s New York

(GUITAR & HARP STUFF)

It`s New York

(GUITAR & HARP STUFF)