I struck out for old New York,
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Thought I'd find me a job of work.
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One leg up and the other leg down,
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I come in through a hole in the ground.
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Holland Tunnel. Three mile tube.
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Skippin' through the Hudson River dew.
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I blowed into New York town,
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And I looked up and I looked down,
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Everybody I seen on the streets
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Was all a running down in a hole in the ground.
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I follered 'em. See where they's a going.
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Newsboy said they're tryin' to smoke a rat out of a hole.
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I run down thirty eight flights of stairs,
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Boy, howdy! I declare!
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I rode old elevator twenty two
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And spent my last lone nickel, too.
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Feller in a little cage got it.
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Herded me through a shoot the shoot.
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Run me through three clothes wringers.
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So many people down in there I couldn't even fall down.
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I swung onto my old guitar,
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Train come a rumbling down the track,
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I got shoved into the wrong damn car
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With three grass widows on my back.
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Two of 'em looking for home relief,
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Other one just investigating.
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Talking Subway
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| Woody Guthrie |
