New York - The Ozark Mountain Daredevils

Welcome to the city, welcome to disaster

You see a pretty girl, but you’re walkin' right past her

You give it up, get it back, Turn around and ask her

She don’t talk back so you talk a little faster

Winkin' in a snapshot, wavin' like a bigshot

You’re feelin' pretty good 'til you think you hear a gunshot

Another punk outta junk, Breakin' in a pawn shop

Cops yell freeze so you take another snapshot

Ah … it’s New York

Ah … it’s New York

I guess everything my daddy told me was right

When you’re in the Big Apple

Then you better learn to take a bite

(HARP SOLO)

I guess everything my daddy told me was right

When you’re in the Big Apple

Then you better learn to take a bite

Workin' in a hotel, workin for the housedick

You stop a little girl who’s pullin' in her own tricks

Talk awhile, get a smile, Make another sidekick

It won’t last long but it beats feelin' homesick

Jumpin' in a taxi, gotta see the band play

It’s on a little sidestreet, a little off of Broadway

You make a turn, then you learn, You’re goin' down the wrong way

The cabby wants a tip 'cause he got you there the hard way

Ah … it’s New York

Ah … it’s New York

Ah … it’s New York

Ah … it’s New York

(GUITAR STUFF)

It’s New York

(GUITAR & HARP STUFF)

It’s New York

(GUITAR & HARP STUFF)