Merle Haggard – New York City Blues (Guitar)

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Everyone in New York City's got a frowning face

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And I'm sure glad that I'm just passing through

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This old country boy from Okie sure feels out of place

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Oh Lord I got these New York City blues

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Now southern hospitality is far behind

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A thing these yankee folks don't ever use

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You'll find it somewhere down below that Dixon Line

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Oh Lord I got these New York City blues

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This old town sure gets lonely late at night

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When your only friend's a rotgut jug of booze

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But come daylight in the morning I'll be out of sight

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Lord I got these New York City blues.

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Yeah, southern hospitality will soon be mine

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'Cause I'm going back where the sidewalks fit my shoes

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Mmm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm

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I got these New York City blues...