N.Y.C.

[Verse 1] He was standing on the highway somewhere way out in the sticks Guitar across his shoulder like a 30-ought-six He was staring in my headlights when I come around the bend Climbed up on my shotgun side and told me with a grin [Chorus] I'm going to New York City I never really been there Just like the way it sounds I heard the girls are pretty There must be something happening there It's just too big a town [Verse 2] He was cold and wet and hungry, never did complain Said he'd come a thousand miles through sleet and snow and rain He had a hundred stories about the places that he'd been He'd hang around a little while and hit the road again [Chorus] I'm going to New York City I never really been there Just like the way it sounds He said the girls are pretty There must be something happening there It's just too big a town [Verse 3] See, I've been to New York City, seems like it was yesterday I was standing like a pilgrim on the Great White Way The girls were really pretty, but they wouldn't talk to me I held out about a week, went back to Tennessee [Verse 4] So I thought I'd better warn him and I climbed out of my car Grabbed his battered suitcase, shouldered his guitar I knew I was just jealous, if I didn't wish him well I slipped the kid a twenty, said "Billy, give 'em hell" [Chorus] I'm going to New York City I never really been there Just like the way it sounds I heard the girls are pretty There must be something happening there It's just too big a town Going to New York City I never really been there Just like the way it sounds He heard the girls were pretty There must be something happening there It's just too big a town [Outro] Going to New York City Going to New York City Going to New York City