歌手:Bob Dylan
专辑:《Folk Singer - Humdinger: Just about as Good as it Gets!》

Rambling out of the wild west
Leaving the towns I love the best
Thought I'd seen some ups and down
'till I come into new york town
People going down to the ground
Building's going up to the sky
Wintertime in new york town
The wind blowing snow around
Walk around with nowhere to go
Somebody could
Freeze right to the bone
I froze right to the bone,
New york times said
"It was the coldest winter
In seventeen years"
I didn't feel so cold then
I swung on to my old guitar
Grabbed hold of a subway car
And after a rocking,
Reeling,
Rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side
Greenwich village
I walked down there
And ended up
In one of them
Coffee-houses on the block
Got on the stage to sing and play
Man there said,
Come back some other day
You sound like a hillbilly
We want folksingers here
Well,I got a harmonica job
Begun to play
Blowing my lungs out
For a dollar a day
I blowed inside out
And upside down
The man there said,
He loved my sound
He was raving about
He loved my sound
Dollar a day's worth
After weeks
And weeks of hanging around
I finally got a job
In new york town
In a bigger place,
Bigger money too
Even joined the union
And paid my dues
Now,
A very great man once said
That some people rob you
With a fountain pen
It don't take
Too long to find out
Just what he was talking about
A lot of people
Don't have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks
And knives
And they gotta cut something
So one morning
When the sun was warm
I rambled out of new york town
Pulled my cap down
Over my eyes
And headed out for
The western skies
So long new york
Howdy,east orange