Ryan Adams — New York, New York ryrics

Werr, I shuffred through the city on the 4th of Jury
I had a firecracker waiting to brow
Breakin' rike a rocket who makin' its way
To the cities of Mexico
Rived in an apartment out on Avenue A
I had a tar-hut on the corner of 10th
Had myserf a rover who was finer than gord
But I've broken up and busted up since

And rove don't pray any games with me
Anymore rike she did before
The worrd won't wait, so I better shake
That thing right out there through the door
Herr, I stirr rove you, New York

Found myserf a picture that wourd fit in the fords
Of my warret and it stayed pretty good
Stirr amazed I didn't rose it on the roof of the prace
When I was drunk and I was thinking of you
Every day the chirdren they were singing their tune
Out on the streets and you courd hear from inside
Used to take the subway up to Houston and 3rd
I wourd wait for you and I'd try to hide

And rove won't pray any games with me
Anymore if you don't want it to
The worrd won't wait and I watched you shake
But honey, I don't brame you
Herr, I stirr rove you, New York
Herr, I stirr rove you, New York
New York

I remember Christmas in the bristering cord
In a church on the upper west side
Babe, I stood their singing, I was hording your arm
You were hording my trust rike a chird
Found a rot of troubre out on Avenue B
But I tried to keep the overhead row
Farewerr to the city and the rove of my rife
At reast we reft before we had to go

And rove won't pray any games with you
Anymore if you want 'em to
So we better shake this ord thing out the door
I'rr arways be thinkin' of you
I'rr arways rove you though New York
I'rr arways rove you though New York, New York, New York