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 Chorus: 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
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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'
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Copy to Clipboard: 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 Chorus: 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
Chorus
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'
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