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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
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
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
He’s going to New York City
I never really been there
Just like the way it sounds
He heard the girls are pretty
There must be something happening there…

NYC by Steve Earle