(GUITAR & DRUMS INTRO)
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Welcome to the city, welcome to disaster
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You see a pretty girl, but you're walkin' right past her
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You give it up, get it back, Turn around and ask her
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She don't talk back so you talk a little faster
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Winkin' in a snapshot, wavin' like a bigshot
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You're feelin' pretty good 'til you think you hear a gunshot
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Another punk outta junk, Breakin' in a pawn shop
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Cops yell freeze so you take another snapshot
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Ah ... it's New York
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Ah ... it's New York
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I guess everything my daddy told me was right
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When you're in the Big Apple
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Then you better learn to take a bite
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(HARP SOLO)
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I guess everything my daddy told me was right
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When you're in the Big Apple
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Then you better learn to take a bite
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Workin' in a hotel, workin for the housedick
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You stop a little girl who's pullin' in her own tricks
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Talk awhile, get a smile, Make another sidekick
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It won't last long but it beats feelin' homesick
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Jumpin' in a taxi, gotta see the band play
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It's on a little sidestreet, a little off of Broadway
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You make a turn, then you learn, You're goin' down the wrong way
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The cabby wants a tip 'cause he got you there the hard way
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Ah ... it's New York
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Ah ... it's New York
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Ah ... it's New York
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Ah ... it's New York
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(GUITAR STUFF)
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It's New York
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(GUITAR & HARP STUFF)
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It's New York
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(GUITAR & HARP STUFF)
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New York
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| The Ozark Mountain Daredevils |
