Hard Times In New York Town


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ome you ladies and you gentlemen, a-listen to my song,  G
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sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong,  G
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just a little glimpse of a story I'll tell,  G
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'bout an E
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oast city that you all know well.  G
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It's hard times in the country, livin' down in New York town.  G
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Old New York C
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ity is a friendly old town,  G
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from Washington Heights to Harlem on down,  G
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there's a-mighty many people all millin' all around,  G
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they'll kick you when you're up, and knock you when you're down.  G
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It's hard times in the country, livin' down in New York town.  G
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Well, the weak and the strong and the rich and the poor,  G
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gather together there, ain't room for no more,  G
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crowded up above and crowded down below,  G
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if someone disappears, you never even know.  G
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nd it's hard times in the country, livin' down in New York town.  G
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It's a mighty long ways from the G
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olden G
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ate  G
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to Rockefeller Plaza n' the Em
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pire State,  G
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Mister Em
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pire sets up as high as a bird,  G
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and old Mister Rockefeller never says a word.  G
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It's hard times from the country, livin' down in New York town.  G
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Well, it's up in the mornin' tryin' to find a job of work,  G
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stand in one place till your feet begin to hurt,  G
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if you got a lot o' money you can make yourself merry,  G
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if you only got a nickel, it's the Staten Island F
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erry.  G
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nd it's hard times in the country, livin' down in New York town.  G
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Mister Hudson come a-sailin' down the stream,  G
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and old Mister Minuet paid for his dream´,  G
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bought your city on a one-way track,  G
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if I had my way, I'd sell it right back.  G
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nd it's hard times from the country, livin' down in New York town.  G
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I'll take all the smog in C
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al-i-for-ne-ay,
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'n' every bit of dust in the Oklahoma plains,  G
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'n' the dirt in the caves of the Rocky Mountain mines,  G
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it's all much cleaner than the New York kind.  G
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nd it's hard times in the country, livin' down in New York town.  G
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So all you newsy people, spread the news around,  G
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you c'n listen to m' story, listen to m' song,  G
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you c'n step on my name, you c'n try 'n' get me beat,  G
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when I leave New York, I'll be standin' on my feet.  G
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nd it's hard times in the country, livin' down in New York town.

Bob D
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ylan
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