Oh, well, I was born in alittle bitty tar hut

And they called me a man 'cause I couldn't

keep my big, big mouth shut

So what's the sense of me sitting here leaving

When any ole day I might be even

And Lord knows that New York City's got

a lot to do with it

I wish someday I could find the way

to get it out of my grain

This dirty old town's gonna sink right down

and I don't want to go with it

Well I wish there was a way that

I knew to get even

A way to get a lick in

A 'bobbin' and a 'weavin'

Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin'

You can do on a train



Well, I once knew a man who sailed around

the world twice

He would have made it three but he took

a lot of bad advice

So you just tell me what's the sense of me

sittin' here leavin'

When any ole day I might get even

And Lord knows New York City's got

a lot to do with it

I wish someday I could find a way to get it out

of my brain

This dirty old town's gonna sink right down

and I don't want to go with it

I wish there was a way that I knew to get even,

way to get a lick in

A 'bobbin' and a'weavin'

Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin'

You can do on a train

Oh, yes!



Well, I once knew a man who sailed around

the world twice

But his motor cooled down and now he's

deliverin' ice

Tell me what's the sense of him

sittin' here leavin'

When any ole day he might get even

And Lord knows New York City's got

a lot to do with it

I wish someday he could find a way to get it out

of his brain

This dirty old town's gonna sink right down

and I don't want to go with it

I wish there was a way that I knew to get even

Way to get a lick in

A 'bobbin and a'weavin'

And all the things besides goin' and a'leavin'

You can do on a train

Oh, yeah

Writer : GRAM PARSONS
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