Gene Watson – The New York Times (Guitar)

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Track 8 of 10 on the album "Memories To Burn" (1985) [Intro] E A E A [Verse 1]
E                                A
My woman always talked about the New York City life

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   She never really wanted to be a country boy's wife

E                               A
Opening nights on Broadway were always on her mind

B7                                                             E     A    E    A
She couldn't seem to live without what she called the New York Times
[Verse 2]
E                            A
I walked in from work one day and didn't find her home

    B7                                               E
But I didn't have to wonder long figured where she'd gone

E                             A
Love was all I had to give so she left me behind

   B7                                             E
To go up there somewhere looking for the New York Times
[Chorus]
     A                                                  E
Hey, New York City won't you have a little pity on this poor Texas country boy?

B7                                                           E
Somewhere 'round your big apple town, I've lost my pride and joy

     A                                             E
I've walked up and down every street around 'til I think I'm going out of my mind

   B7                                                         E     A    F    Bb
If I don't find my baby today, I'll run an ad in the New York Times
[Verse 3]
F                              Bb
I've been down 5th Avenue even up old Broadway

    C7                                                     F
And I've searched all the honky-tonks like the Lone Star Café

F                                     Bb
Lord, I wish I could give her up and erase her from my heart

    C7                                                  F
But here I stand, a broken man in the middle of Central Park
[Chorus]
     Bb                                                 F
Hey, New York City won't you have a little pity on this poor Texas country boy?

C7                                                           F
Somewhere 'round your big apple town, I've lost my pride and joy

     Bb                                            F
I've walked up and down every street around 'til I think I'm going out of my mind

   C7                                                         F
If I don't find my baby today, I'll run an ad in the New York Times

         C7                                                             F     Bb    C7    F
Well, if I don't find my baby today, just read about it in the New York Times