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