Lyric Hard Times In New York Town

Come you ladies and you gentlemen, a-listen to my song.
Sing it to you right, but you might think it s wrong.
Just a little glimpse of a story i ll tell
"bout an east coast city that you all know well.
It s hard times in the city,
Livin down in new york town.

Old new york city is a friendly old town,
From washington heights to harlem on down.
There s a-mighty many people all millin all around,
They ll kick you when you re up and knock you when you re down.
It s hard times in the city,
Livin down in new york town.

It s a mighty long ways from the golden gate
To rockefeller plaza n the empire state.
Mister rockefeller sets up as high as a bird,
Old mister empire never says a word.
It s hard times from the country,
Livin down in new york town.

Well, it s up in the mornin tryin to fins a job of work.
Stand in one place till your feet begin to hurt.
If you go a lot o money you can make yourself merry,
If you only got a nickel, it s the staten island ferry.
And it s hard times in the city,
Livin down in new york town.

Mister hudson come a-sailin down the stream
And old mister minuet paid for his dream.
Bought your city on a one-way track,
f i had my way i d sell it right back.
And it s hard times in the city,
Livin down in new york town.

I ll take all the smog in cal-i-for-ne-ay,
n every bit of dust in the oklahoma plains,
n the dirt in the caves of the rocky mountain mines.
It s all much cleaner than the new york kind.
And it s hard times in the city,
Livin down in new york town.

So all you newsy people, spread the news around,
You c n listen to m story, listen to m song.
You c n step on my name, you c n try n get me beat,
When i leave new york, i ll be standin on my feet.
And it s hard times in the city,
Livin down in new york town.