N.Y.C. - Steve Earle
    He was standing on the highway

    Somewhere way out in the sticks
    Guitar across his shoulder
    Like a 30 ought six
    He was staring in my headlights
    When I come around the bend
    Climbed up on my shotgun side
    And told me with a grin

    I'm going to New York City
    I never really been there
    Just like the way it sounds
    I heard the girls are pretty
    There must be something happening there
    It's just too big a town

    He was cold and wet and hungry
    But he never did complain
    Said he'd come a thousand miles
    Through sleet and snow and rain
    He had a hundred stories
    About the places that he'd been
    He'd hang around a little while
    And hit the road again


    See I've been to New York City
    Seems like it was yesterday
    I was standing like a pilgrim
    On the Great White Way
    The girls were really pretty
    But they wouldn't talk to me
    I held out about a week
    Went back to Tennessee

    So, I thought I'd better warn him
    As he climbed out of my car
    Grabbed his battered suitcase
    And shouldered his guitar
    I knew I was just jealous
    If I didn't wish him well
    I slipped the kid a twenty
    Said 'Billy give 'em hell'

    Chorus x 2


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