I struck out for old New York, Thought I'd find me a job of work. One leg up and the other leg down, I come in through a hole in the ground. Holland Tunnel. Three mile tube. Skippin' through the Hudson River dew.
I blowed into New York town, And I looked up and I looked down, Everybody I seen on the streets Was all a running down in a hole in the ground. I follered 'em. See where they's a going. Newsboy said they're tryin' to smoke a rat out of a hole.
I run down thirty eight flights of stairs, Boy, howdy! I declare! I rode old elevator twenty two And spent my last lone nickel, too. Feller in a little cage got it. Herded me through a shoot the shoot. Run me through three clothes wringers. So many people down in there I couldn't even fall down.
I swung onto my old guitar, Train come a rumbling down the track, I got shoved into the wrong damn car With three grass widows on my back. Two of 'em looking for home relief, Other one just investigating.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
