N.Y.C.

<br>He was standing on the highway <br>Somewhere way out in the sticks <br>Guitar across his shoulder <br>Like a 30 ought six <br>He was staring in my headlights <br>When I come around the bend <br>Climbed up on my shotgun side <br>And told me with a grin <br><br>Chorus: <br>I`m going to New York City <br>I never really been there <br>Just like the way it sounds <br>I heard the girls are pretty <br>There must be something happening there <br>It`s just too big a town <br><br>He was cold and wet and hungry <br>But he never did complain <br>Said he`d come a thousand miles <br>Through sleet and snow and rain <br>He had a hundred stories <br>About the places that he`d been <br>He`d hang around a little while <br>And hit the road again <br><br>Chorus <br><br>See I`ve been to New York City <br>Seems like it was yesterday <br>I was standing like a pilgrim <br>On the Great White Way <br>The girls were really pretty <br>But they wouldn`t talk to me <br>I held out about a week <br>Went back to Tennessee <br><br>So, I thought I`d better warn him <br>As he climbed out of my car <br>Grabbed his battered suitcase <br>And shouldered his guitar <br>I knew I was just jealous <br>If I didn`t wish him well <br>I slipped the kid a twenty <br>Said `Billy give `em hell` <br><br>Chorus x 2