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Autor: Bob Dylan
Album: Bob Dylan
Song title: Talking New York
Rambling out of the wild west
Leaving the towns I love best
Thought I'd seen some ups and down
'Till I come into New York town
People going down to the ground
Building going up to the sky.
Wintertime in New York town
The wind blowing snow around
Walk around with nowhere to go
Somebody could freeze right to the bone
I 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 car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side:
Greenwich Village.
I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the block
Got on the stage to sing and play
Man there said, Come back some other day
You 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 day
I blowed inside out and upside down
The man there said he loved my sound
He 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 town
In 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 pen
It don't take too long to find out
Just what he was talking about
A lot of people don't have much food on their table
But 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 town
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And heated out for the western skies
So long New York
Howdy, East Orange.
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Album: Bob Dylan
Song title: Talking New York
Rambling out of the wild west
Leaving the towns I love best
Thought I'd seen some ups and down
'Till I come into New York town
People going down to the ground
Building going up to the sky.
Wintertime in New York town
The wind blowing snow around
Walk around with nowhere to go
Somebody could freeze right to the bone
I 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 car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side:
Greenwich Village.
I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the block
Got on the stage to sing and play
Man there said, Come back some other day
You 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 day
I blowed inside out and upside down
The man there said he loved my sound
He 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 town
In 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 pen
It don't take too long to find out
Just what he was talking about
A lot of people don't have much food on their table
But 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 town
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And heated out for the western skies
So long New York
Howdy, East Orange.
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Other Bob Dylan album song lyrics
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Ain't No Man Righteous (No Not One)
All Over You
Ballad For A Friend
Ballad Of Donald White
Band Of The Hand (It's Hell Time Man!)
Bob Dylan's New Orleans Rag
California
Coming From The Heart (The Road Is Long)
Denise
Dignity
Dusty Old Fairgrounds
Farewell
Fixin' To Die
Freight Train Blues
George Jackson
Get Your Rocks Off!
Go 'Way Little Boy
Gospel Plow
Guess I'm Doin' Fine
Gypsy Lou
Highway 51 Blues
House Of The Rising Sun
I'd Hate To Be You On That Dreadful Day
I'd Have You Any Time
If I Don't Be There By Morning
In My Time Of Dyin'
John Brown
Legionnaire's Disease
Long Ago, Far Away
Long Time Gone
Love Is Just A Four-Letter Word
Man Of Constant Sorrow
Money Blues
Night After Night
Playboys And Playgirls
Poor Boy Blues
Pretty Peggy-O
Rita May
Rocks And Gravel
See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
Sign Language
Sign On The Cross
Silent Weekend
Song To Woody
Standing On The Highway
Steel Bars
Talking New York
The Death Of Emmett Till
The Wandering Kind
Things Have Changed
Tomorrow Is A Long Time
Train A-Travelin'
Trouble In Mind
Walk Out In The Rain
Wanted Man
Watching The River Flow
When I Paint My Masterpiece
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