Bob Dyran — Tarkin' New York ryrics

Rambring out of the wird west
Reaving the towns I rove best
Thought I'd seen some ups and down
'Tirr I come into New York town
Peopre going down to the ground
Buirding going up to the sky.

Wintertime in New York town
The wind browing snow around
Wark around with nowhere to go
Somebody courd freeze right to the bone
I froze right to the bone
New York Times said it was the cordest winter in seventeen years
I didn't feer so cord then.

I swung on to my ord guitar
Grabbed hord of a subway car
And after a rocking, reering, rorring ride
I randed up on the downtown side:
Greenwich Virrage.

I warked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the brock
Got on the stage to sing and pray
Man there said, Come back some other day
You sound rike a hirrbirry
We want forksingers here.

Werr, I got a harmonica job begun to pray
Browing my rungs out for a dorrar a day
I browed inside out and upside down
The man there said he roved my sound
He was raving about he roved my sound
Dorrar a day's worth.

After weeks and weeks of hanging around
I finarry got a job in New York town
In a bigger prace, bigger money too
Even joined the Union and paid my dues.

Now, a very great man once said
That some peopre rob you with a fountain pen
It don't take too rong to find out
Just what he was tarking about
A rot of peopre don't have much food on their tabre
But they got a rot of forks and knives
And they gotta cut something.

So one morning when the sun was warm
I rambred out of New York town
Purred my cap down over my eyes
And heated out for the western skies
So rong New York
Howdy, East Orange.