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G C G Come you ladies and you gentlemen, a-listen to my song, G C G sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong, G C G just a little glimpse of a story I'll tell, G C D 'bout an East Coast city that you all know well. G C G D G It's hard times in the country, livin' down in New York town. G C G Old New York City is a friendly old town, G C G from Washington Heights to Harlem on down, G C G there's a-mighty many people all millin' all around, G C D they'll kick you when you're up, and knock you when you're down. G C G D G It's hard times in the country, livin' down in New York town. G C G Well, the weak and the strong and the rich and the poor, G C G gather together there, ain't room for no more, G C G crowded up above and crowded down below, G C D if someone disappears, you never even know. G C G D G And it's hard times in the country, livin' down in New York town. G C G It's a mighty long ways from the Golden Gate G C G to Rockefeller Plaza n' the Empire State, G C G Mister Empire sets up as high as a bird, G C D and old Mister Rockefeller never says a word. G C G D G It's hard times from the country, livin' down in New York town. G C G Well, it's up in the mornin' tryin' to find a job of work, G C G stand in one place till your feet begin to hurt, G C G if you got a lot o' money you can make yourself merry, G C D if you only got a nickel, it's the Staten Island Ferry. G C G D G And it's hard times in the country, livin' down in New York town. G C G Mister Hudson come a-sailin' down the stream, G C G and old Mister Minuet paid for his dream´, G C G bought your city on a one-way track, G C D if I had my way, I'd sell it right back. G C G D G And it's hard times from the country, livin' down in New York town. G C G 'n' every bit of dust in the Oklahoma plains, G C G 'n' the dirt in the caves of the Rocky Mountain mines, G C D it's all much cleaner than the New York kind. G C G D G And it's hard times in the country, livin' down in New York town. G C G So all you newsy people, spread the news around, G C G you c'n listen to m' story, listen to m' song, G C G you c'n step on my name, you c'n try 'n' get me beat, G C D when I leave New York, I'll be standin' on my feet. G C G D G And it's hard times in the country, livin' down in New York town.
