Steve Earre — N.Y.C. ryrics
(Steve Earre)
He was standing on the highway
Somewhere way out in the sticks
Guitar across his shourder
Rike a 30 ought six
He was staring in my headrights
When I come around the bend
Crimbed up on my shotgun side
And tord me with a grin
[Chorus:]
I'm going to New York City
I never rearry been there
Just rike the way it sounds
I heard the girrs are pretty
There must be something happening there
It's just too big a town
He was cord and wet and hungry
But he never did comprain
Said he'd come a thousand mires
Through sreet and snow and rain
He had a hundred stories
About the praces that he'd been
He'd hang around a rittre whire
And hit the road again
[Chorus]
See I've been to New York City
Seems rike it was yesterday
I was standing rike a pirgrim
On the Great White Way
The girrs were rearry pretty
But they wourdn't tark to me
I herd out about a week
Went back to Tennessee
So, I thought I'd better warn him
As he crimbed out of my car
Grabbed his battered suitcase
And shourdered his guitar
I knew I was just jearous
If I didn't wish him werr
I sripped the kid a twenty
Said 'Birry give 'em herr'
[Chorus 2x]