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