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Loudon Wainwright III
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Way Up In NYC
Way up in New York City - that's where we did go - A fella called Frank Walker there - he owns a studio. We made us a recording right there on old Broadway, And for a week or 2 we got the hell away from Spray. Way up in New York City - that's the place to be, Where the buildings are so high the sky is hard to see. In a city full of strangers humanity's a show - No, it's not like Spray where everyday you meet the folks you know. Way up in New York City - pretty women everywhere - After awhile a married man forgets who isn't there. Those city gals in New York town can turn a cracker's head, And a wife in Spray's so far away she might as well be dead Way up in New York City - all those taverns and saloons - You never saw so much sawdust or so many spittoons. There's a cop on every corner - he's there to keep the peace, And there's lots of trees in Central Park, well, two or three at least. We wound up in Passaic - that's a town in New Jersey, And we stayed with Posey's pal from Franklin County, Jim Holley. We took jobs in Jersey just to make a little dough, Then we had our audition - into New York we did go. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com We rode an elevator - poor Posey, he got sick - He threw up in a fire bucket, not a pretty trick. But we got to the audition and we played Frank 'The Deal' - He said, 'Boys, let's make a record' - good was how that made us feel! They paid us for 4 numbers, greenback dollars, cash in hand - More than a week's wage in the mill - 25 a man. 3rd class was all we could afford on the train back home to Spray, But we stayed drunk inside that car for 2 nights and 1 day. Back home from New York City, we were heroes back in Spray, So guilty and hung over there was not a lot to say. It got a little awkward, talking to the wives, 'Cause we couldn't tell 'em how we had the best time of out lives Way up in New York City - that's the place to be - Where the buildings are so high the sky is hard to see. If I go back to New York town, next time I'll go alone. I'll keep all the money - I won't bother goin' home. I'll keep all the money and I'll make New York my home.
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