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Talkin' New York 1 Bob Dylan (Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

20 Nov 1961 BOB DYLAN FOLK SINGER-HUMDINGER     Just About As Good As It Gets! THE BOOTLEG (T-286)

Bob Dylan recording session 1, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 20.nov.1961 Ramblin' outta the wild west Leavin' the towns i love the best Thought i'd seen some ups an' downs 'Fore i came into New York town People goin' down under the ground Buildings goin' up to the sky. Wintertime in New York town The wind blowin' snow around Walk around with nowhere to go Somebody could freeze right to the bone I froze right to the bone New York Times said it was the coldest winter in 17 years I didn't feel so cold then. I swung on to my old guitar Grabbed hold of a subway car After a rockin' reelin' rollin' ride I landed up on the downtown side Greenwich Village. I walked down there an' ended up In one of 'em coffee houses on the block I got on the stage to sing an' play The man there said "Come back some other day You sound like a hillbilly We want folk singers here." Well i got a harmonica job, began to play Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day I blowed inside out an' upside down The man there said he loved my sound He's ravin' about how he loved my sound Dollar a day's worth. After weeks an' weeks of hangin' around I finally got a job in New York town In a bigger place, bigger money too Even joined the union an' paid my dues. Now a very great man once said That some people rob you with a fountain pen It don't take too long to find out Just what he was talkin' about A lot of people don't have much food on their table But they got a lotta forks 'n' knives An' they gotta cut somethin'. So one mornin' when the sun was warm I rambled out of New York town Pulled my cap down over my eyes An' headed for the western skies So long New York, howdy East Orange.

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Talkin' New York 2

4 Nov 1961 CARNEGIE CHAPTER HALL 1961

Carnegie Chapter Hall, NYC - 4.nov.1961 Ramblin' outta the wild west Leavin' the towns i love the best Thought i'd seen some ups an' downs 'Til i raved into New York town Livin' in the winter Down, down, New York town. Well, wintertime in New York town The wind blowin' snow around Walked around with no place to go I soon froze right to the bone I just couldn't believe that i was so cold New York Times said it was the coldest winter in 17 years I didn't feel so cold then. Well, i grabbed hold of a subway car Swung on to my old guitar After a reelin' reelin' rollin' ride I landed up on the downtown side Greenwich Village, Folklore center. Well, I walked down an' ended up In one of them coffee houses on the block I got on the stage to sing an' play The man there said "We can't hear you today, come back some other time You sound like a hillbilly anyway We want folk singers here.s" Well, i finally got a harmonica job, began to play Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day I blowed inside out an' upside down The man there said he liked my sound a whole lot Dollar a day's worth. An' after weeks an' weeks of hangin' around I finally got a job in New York town In a bigger place, money too I even joined the union 'n' paid my dues. Now a very great man once said That some people rob you with a fountain pen Don't take too long to find out Just what he was talkin' about Lot of people don't have much food on their table But they got lotta forks and they got lotta of knives And they got to find somethin' to cut. So one mornin' when the sun was warm I rambled out of New York town Pulled my cap down over my eyes Headed up for the western skies So long New York, howdy East Orange.

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Talkin' New York 3

16 Apr 1962 THE 50TH ANNIVERSARY COLLECTION HARD TIMES IN NEW YORK CITY (T-518) PARANOID BLUES (T-106) ECHO'S ALBUM

Gerde's Folk City, NYC - 16.apr.1962 Here's a New York song, well This isn't like the usual New York songs Lot of songs you hear nowadays about New York They holler, the glamour kind of 42nd street, Broadway theatres, you hear them all the time New York, New York, the wonderful town, let's go to New York for a vacation and see what a great town it is This wasn't written up there where all those songs are written This is written down in the United States Ramblin' out of the wild west Leavin' the towns that I loved the best I thought I'd seen some ups and downs 'Til I rambled into New York Town Buildings going down underground People goin' up to the sky. Well, I got on a subway, took a seat And got off on 42nd street I met this fellow named Dolores there He started rubbin' his hands through my hair I hopped ten hot dog stands, four movie houses And a couple of dancing studios Back on the subway. Well, I swung on to my old guitar Grabbed hold of that old subway car After rockin' reelin' rollin' ride I landed up the downtown side Greenwich Village, Folklore center, Izzy Young, [......] Well, I walked down there an' ended up In one of them coffeehouses on the block I'd get on the stage, to sing and play The man there say "Come back some other day You sound like hillbilly We want folksingers here." Got a harmonica job, I began to play Blowin' my brains out for a dollar a day I blew it inside out and upside down The man there said he's crazy about my sound He's ravin' about it, he's tellin' all his friends about it Dollar a day's worth. After weeks and weeks of hangin' around I finally got a job in New York Town In a bigger place, bigger money too Even joint the union 'n' paid my dues Six months in advance. Now some very great man he once said That some people rob you with a fountainpen In New York it don't take too long to find out Just what he was talkin' about Lot of people don't have too much food on their tables But they got a lotta forks, lotta knives And they got to cut somethin', watch out. So one mornin' when the sun was warm I rambled out of New York Town Pulled my cap down over my eyes And headed out for the western skies So long New York, howdy East Orange.

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12 Apr 1963 STOLEN MOMENTS:     New York Town Hall 12th April 1963 [T-978]

New York Town Hall, NYC - 12.apr.1963 Ramblin' out of the wild west Leavin' the towns that I loved the best I thought I'd seen some ups and downs 'Til I rambled into New York Town Buildings goin' down underground People goin' up to the sky. Wintertime in New York town Wind blows snow around If he walk around with nowhere to go A fellow could freeze right to the bone I froze down to the bone New York Times said it was the coldest winter in 17 years I didn't feel so cold then. Well, I swung on to my old guitar And grabbed hold of a subway car From rockin' reelin' rollin' ride I landed up on the downtown side Greenwich Village, Folklore center, Izzy Young. Well, I walked down there an' ended up In one of them coffeehouses on the block I'd get on the stage to sing and play The man there said, "Come back some other day You sound like hillbilly We're lookin' for folksingers round here". Got a harmonica job, began to play Blowin' brains out for a dollar a day I played inside out and upside down The man there said he's crazy about my sound He loved it, he's raving about it Dollar a day's worth. Well, after weeks an' weeks of hangin' around I finally got a job in New York Town In a bigger place, bigger money too Even joint the union, paid my dues Six months in advance. Now a very great man he once said That some people rob you with a fountainpen In New York it don't take too long to find out Just what he was talkin' about Lots of people don't have much food on their tables But they got a lotta forks, lotta knives And they got to cut somethin', watch out. So one mornin' when the sun was warm I rambled out of New York Town Pulled my cap down over my eyes And headed out for the western skies So long New York, howdy East Orange.