Hard Times In New York Town chords
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Come you la[C]dies and you ge[F]ntlemen, a-l[G]isten to my s[C]ong
Sing it to you ri[F]ght, but you m[G]ight think it’s w[C]rong
Just a little g[F]limpse of a s[G]tory I’ll t[C]ell
’Bout an East Coast c[F]ity that you a[G]ll know w[C]ell
It’s hard times in the count[F]ry
Li[G]vin’ down in New York t[C]own
Old [C]New York C[F]ity is a fr[G]iendly old t[C]own
From Washington He[F]ights to Ha[G]rlem on d[C]own
There’s a-mighty many p[F]eople all mi[G]llin’ all ar[C]ound
They’ll kick you when you’re up and k[F]nock you when you’re d[C]own
It’s hard times in the count[F]ry
Li[G]vin’ down in New York t[C]own
It’s a mi[C]ghty long w[F]ays from the Go[G]lden Ga[C]te
To Rockefeller Pl[F]aza ’n’ the E[G]mpire S[C]tate.
Mister E[F]mpire sets up as h[G]igh as a b[C]ird
Old Mister Rockefeller ne[F]ver says a w[C]ord
It’s hard times from the count[F]ry
Li[G]vin’ down in New York t[C]own
Well, it’s [C]up in the mo[F]rnin’ tryin’ to fi[G]nd a job of w[C]ork
Stand in one pl[F]ace till your f[G]eet begin to h[C]urt
If you got a lot o’ mo[F]ney you can m[G]ake yourself m[C]erry
If you only got a ni[F]ckel, it’s the S[G]taten Island F[C]erry
And it’s hard times in the count[F]ry
Li[G]vin’ down in New York t[C]own
Mister Hu[C]dson co[F]me a-sa[G]ilin’ down the st[C]ream
And old Mister Min[F]uet pa[G]id for his dr[C]eam
Bought your c[F]ity on a o[G]ne-way tr[C]ack
’F I had my way I’d s[F]ell it right b[C]ack
And it’s hard times in the count[F]ry
L[G]ivin’ down in New York t[C]own
I’ll t[C]ake all the s[F]mog in Ca[G]l-i-for-ne-[C]ay
’N’ every bit of d[F]ust in the Okl[G]ahoma pl[C]ains
’N’ the dirt in the c[F]aves of the R[G]ocky Mountain m[C]ines
It’s all much cle[F]aner than the N[G]ew York k[C]ind
And it’s hard times in the count[F]ry
Li[G]vin’ down in New York t[C]own
So a[C]ll you newsy pe[F]ople, sp[G]read the news ar[C]ound
You c’n listen to m’ st[F]ory, lis[G]ten to m’ s[C]ong
You c’n step on my n[F]ame, you c’n t[G]ry ’n’ get me b[C]eat
When I leave New York, I’ll be st[F]andin’ on my f[C]eet
And it’s hard times in the count[F]ry
Li[G]vin’ down in New York to[C]wn [F] [G] [C]
Sing it to you ri[F]ght, but you m[G]ight think it’s w[C]rong
Just a little g[F]limpse of a s[G]tory I’ll t[C]ell
’Bout an East Coast c[F]ity that you a[G]ll know w[C]ell
It’s hard times in the count[F]ry
Li[G]vin’ down in New York t[C]own
Old [C]New York C[F]ity is a fr[G]iendly old t[C]own
From Washington He[F]ights to Ha[G]rlem on d[C]own
There’s a-mighty many p[F]eople all mi[G]llin’ all ar[C]ound
They’ll kick you when you’re up and k[F]nock you when you’re d[C]own
It’s hard times in the count[F]ry
Li[G]vin’ down in New York t[C]own
It’s a mi[C]ghty long w[F]ays from the Go[G]lden Ga[C]te
To Rockefeller Pl[F]aza ’n’ the E[G]mpire S[C]tate.
Mister E[F]mpire sets up as h[G]igh as a b[C]ird
Old Mister Rockefeller ne[F]ver says a w[C]ord
It’s hard times from the count[F]ry
Li[G]vin’ down in New York t[C]own
Well, it’s [C]up in the mo[F]rnin’ tryin’ to fi[G]nd a job of w[C]ork
Stand in one pl[F]ace till your f[G]eet begin to h[C]urt
If you got a lot o’ mo[F]ney you can m[G]ake yourself m[C]erry
If you only got a ni[F]ckel, it’s the S[G]taten Island F[C]erry
And it’s hard times in the count[F]ry
Li[G]vin’ down in New York t[C]own
Mister Hu[C]dson co[F]me a-sa[G]ilin’ down the st[C]ream
And old Mister Min[F]uet pa[G]id for his dr[C]eam
Bought your c[F]ity on a o[G]ne-way tr[C]ack
’F I had my way I’d s[F]ell it right b[C]ack
And it’s hard times in the count[F]ry
L[G]ivin’ down in New York t[C]own
I’ll t[C]ake all the s[F]mog in Ca[G]l-i-for-ne-[C]ay
’N’ every bit of d[F]ust in the Okl[G]ahoma pl[C]ains
’N’ the dirt in the c[F]aves of the R[G]ocky Mountain m[C]ines
It’s all much cle[F]aner than the N[G]ew York k[C]ind
And it’s hard times in the count[F]ry
Li[G]vin’ down in New York t[C]own
So a[C]ll you newsy pe[F]ople, sp[G]read the news ar[C]ound
You c’n listen to m’ st[F]ory, lis[G]ten to m’ s[C]ong
You c’n step on my n[F]ame, you c’n t[G]ry ’n’ get me b[C]eat
When I leave New York, I’ll be st[F]andin’ on my f[C]eet
And it’s hard times in the count[F]ry
Li[G]vin’ down in New York to[C]wn [F] [G] [C]
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