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  1. New York Blues

From the recording The John Ford Blues Society

Lyrics

Well I got a guitar, got me a show
New York City underneath Soho
But the man said they sold the place an hour ago
Lord I got the New York Blues

Went down to Byrdland, I heard the guitar
But Lord don't you know I didn't get too far
Cost you thirty dollars just to sit at the bar
Lord I got the New York Blues

Well I went to where Woody Guthrie's house had been
Walked the 30 blocks, there and back again
Nothing to see but where they threw him in
Lord I got the New York Blues

(Chorus)
New York Blues, New York Blues
I'm the only sucka got the New York Blues
Singin' like a sailor with a bottle of booze
Ain'tcha got a dollar to loose
Lord I got the New York Blues

Weatherman sez we got a hot one today
35 minutes on the MTA
Then the police sez you can't walk that way
Lord I got the New York Blues

I'm a poor folk singer long way from home
Nobody's lookin' just a checkin' they phone
Fast talking women cut you right to the bone
Lord I got the New York Blues

CHORUS

Take me to the village take me to town
I'll figure out a way to get lost and found
I play at 7:30 at the Parkside Lounge
Lord I got the New York Blues

Gimme a map, now I wanna go
Back to West 4th Street above the Tic Tac Toe
Bobby Dylan lived there in a studio
Lord he had the New York Blues

Got a free Dr. Pepper now I'm all set
All the young girls they want to sing a duet
Get me outta here fore I'm deep in debt
Lord I got the New York Blues

CHORUS
Mama got the New York Blues
Daddy got the New York Blues
All God's children got the New York Blues