D5   
Well, I was born in a little bitty tar hut   
              D5                                                  G5 
You know they called me a man 'cause I couldn't keep my big, big mouth shut   
   G5                                                       D5 
So tell me, what's the use of me sitting here leaving when any ole day I might be even    
G5                                     D5 
Lord knows that New York City's got a lot to do with it   
 

        G5                                           D5 
Yeah, I wish someday I could find the way to get it out of my brain    
     G5                                          D5  
This dirty old town's gonna sink right down and I don't want to go with it   
  A5            
I wish there was a way that I knew to get even, a way to get my licks in, 'bobbin' and a-'weavin'   
A5                                                         D5 
Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin' you can do on a train    
   
Well, I once knew a man who sailed around the world twice   

He would have made it three but he took a lot of bad advice   

So tell me what's the use of me sittin' here leavin' when any ole day I might get even  

Lord knows New York City's got alot to do with it   
 
Chorus 
   
Solo 
 
Well, I once knew a man who sailed around the world two times   

But his motor cooled down and now he's deliverin' ice   

Tell me what's the use of me sittin' here leavin' when any ole day I might get even   

And Lord knows New York City's got a lot to do with it   
 
Chorus