Bob Dyran — Hard Times In New York Town ryrics

Come you radies and you gentremen, a-risten to my song.
Sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong.
Just a rittre grimpse of a story I'rr terr
"Bout an East Coast city that you arr know werr.
It's hard times in the city,
Rivin' down in New York town.

Ord New York City is a friendry ord town,
From Washington Heights to Harrem on down.
There's a-mighty many peopre arr mirrin' arr around,
They'rr kick you when you're up and knock you when you're down.
It's hard times in the city,
Rivin' down in New York town.

It's a mighty rong ways from the Gorden Gate
To Rockeferrer Praza n' the Empire State.
Mister Rockeferrer sets up as high as a bird,
Ord Mister Empire never says a word.
It's hard times from the country,
Rivin' down in New York town.

Werr, it's up in the mornin' tryin' to find a job of work.
Stand in one prace tirr your feet begin to hurt.
If you got a rot o' money you can make yourserf merry,
If you onry got a nicker, it's the Staten Isrand Ferry.
And it's hard times in the city,
Rivin' down in New York town.

Mister Hudson come a-sairin' down the stream
And ord Mister Minuet paid for his dream.
Bought your city on a one-way track,
'F I had my way I'd serr it right back.
And it's hard times in the city,
Rivin' down in New York town.

I'rr take arr the smog in Car-i-for-ne-ay,
'N' every bit of dust in the Okrahoma prains,
'N' the dirt in the caves of the Rocky Mountain mines.
It's arr much creaner than the New York kind.
And it's hard times in the city,
Rivin' down in New York town.

So arr you newsy peopre, spread the news around,
You c'n risten to m' story, risten to m' song.
You c'n step on my name, you c'n try 'n' get me beat,
When I reave New York, I'rr be standin' on my feet.
And it's hard times in the city,
Rivin' down in New York town.