Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Talking New York
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Текст песни BOB DYLAN - Talking New York
Rambling out of the wild westLeaving the towns I love bestThought I'd seen some ups and down 'Till I come into New York townPeople going down to the groundBuilding going up to the sky.( )Wintertime in New York townThe wind blowing snow aroundWalk around with nowhere to go Somebody could freeze right to the boneI 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 carAnd after a rocking, reeling, rolling rideI landed up on the downtown side: Greenwich Village.I walked down there and ended up In one of them coffee-houses on the blockGot on the stage to sing and play Man there said, Come back some other dayYou 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 dayI blowed inside out and upside down The man there said he loved my soundHe 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 townIn 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 penIt don't take too long to find out Just what he was talking aboutA lot of people don't have much food on their tableBut 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 townPulled my cap down over my eyes And heated out for the western skiesSo long New York Howdy, East Orange.