"Talkin' New York"
Rambling out of the wild west
Leaving the towns I love best
Thought I'd seen some ups and down
'Till I come into New York town
People going down to the ground
Building going up to the sky.
Wintertime in New York town
The wind blowing 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 seventeen years
I didn't feel so cold then.
I swung on to my old guitar
Grabbed hold of a subway car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side:
Greenwich Village.
I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the block
Got on the stage to sing and play
Man there said, Come back some other day
You sound like a hillbilly
We want folksingers here.
Well, I got a harmonica job begun to play
Blowing my lungs out for a dollar a day
I blowed inside out and upside down
The man there said he loved my sound
He was raving about he loved my sound
Dollar a day's worth.
After weeks and weeks of hanging around
I finally got a job in New York town
In a bigger place, bigger money too
Even joined the Union and 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 talking about
A lot of people don't have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks and knives
And they gotta cut something.
So one morning when the sun was warm
I rambled out of New York town
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And heated out for the western skies
So long New York
Howdy, East Orange.
Leaving the towns I love best
Thought I'd seen some ups and down
'Till I come into New York town
People going down to the ground
Building going up to the sky.
Wintertime in New York town
The wind blowing 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 seventeen years
I didn't feel so cold then.
I swung on to my old guitar
Grabbed hold of a subway car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side:
Greenwich Village.
I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the block
Got on the stage to sing and play
Man there said, Come back some other day
You sound like a hillbilly
We want folksingers here.
Well, I got a harmonica job begun to play
Blowing my lungs out for a dollar a day
I blowed inside out and upside down
The man there said he loved my sound
He was raving about he loved my sound
Dollar a day's worth.
After weeks and weeks of hanging around
I finally got a job in New York town
In a bigger place, bigger money too
Even joined the Union and 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 talking about
A lot of people don't have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks and knives
And they gotta cut something.
So one morning when the sun was warm
I rambled out of New York town
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And heated out for the western skies
So long New York
Howdy, East Orange.
Hablando de New York
Saliendo del salvaje oeste
Dejando las ciudades que más me gustan
Pensé que había visto algunos altibajos
Hasta que llegué a la ciudad de Nueva York
Gente que baja al suelo
Edificio subiendo al cielo.
Invierno en la ciudad de Nueva York
El viento que sopla nieve alrededor
Caminar sin tener a dónde ir
Alguien podría congelarse hasta el hueso
Me congelé hasta el hueso
New York Times dijo que era el invierno más frío en diecisiete años
No me sentía tan frío entonces.
Me puse a tocar mi vieja guitarra
Sosteniéndome agarrado de un coche de subte
Y después de un viaje balanceándome, tambaleante, rodando,
Bjé en el centro de la ciudad:
Greenwich Village.
Caminé hasta allí y terminé
En una de esas cafeterías de la manzana
Subí al escenario para cantar y tocar
El hombre dijo: Vuelve algún otro día
Suenas como un hillbilly (*)
Queremos folksingers aquí.
Bueno, empecé a trabajar tocando la armónica
Soplando mis pulmones por un dólar al día
Soplé al revés y al revés
El hombre dijo que amaba mi sonido
Él estaba delirando acerca de que amaba mi sonido
Un dólar al día vale la pena.
Después de semanas y semanas dando vueltas
Finalmente conseguí un trabajo en la ciudad de Nueva York
En un lugar más grande, más dinero también
Incluso ingresé la Unión y pagó mis cuotas.
Ahora, un muy gran hombre dijo una vez
Que algunas personas te roban con una pluma estilográfica
No toma mucho tiempo descubrir
Exactamente de qué estaba él hablando
Mucha gente no tiene mucha comida en su mesa
Pero tienen un montón de tenedores y cuchillos
Y tienen que cortar algo.
Así que una mañana cuando el sol calentaba
Salí de la ciudad de Nueva York
Me puse mi gorra sobre mis ojos
Y climatizada por el cielo del oeste
Hasta la vista, New York
Hola, East Orange.
(*) hillbilly: campesino, persona rústica. Generalmente se llama así a los habitantes de las alejadas regiones de los Montes Apalaches, cuya forma de ser y expresarse es totalmente distinta a las de la gente de la ciudad.
