New York

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I hate to see the evening sun go down
Tomorrow I feel like I got to leave this town
That midnight train is whining low
In Folsom Prison time is moving slow
O hear that lonesome whippoorwill
Hear that lonesome midnight train
But spring is here it is April
And it shakes my nerves and rattles my brain

The way you walk and the way you talk
On a Saturday night in New York New York
Hand in hand around Times Square
What could be better than to have you there

Traffic jam of black limousines
They don’t know what happiness means
It means flying along on the downtown express
Arm around a woman in a long black dress

New York, baby. You and me.
Got no money but love is free
Two beautiful people, a picture of grace
Good-looking man with his hand
round your waist

Head downtown to Canal
Walking along with a high-class gal
Buy you a scarf and a Chinese fan
A couple of beers and a moo goo gai pan

Sad to see people all alone
Got nobody but a little cellphone
A man with a woman feels no pain
He can dance up a wall, sing in the rain