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Way up in New York City – that’s where we did go –
A fella called Frank Walker there – he owns a studio
We made us a recording right there on old Broadway
And for a week or 2 we got the hell away from Spray
Way up in New York City – that’s the place to be
Where the buildings are so high the sky is hard to see
In a city full of strangers humanity’s a show –
No, it’s not like Spray where everyday you meet the folks you know
Way up in New York City – pretty women everywhere –
After awhile a married man forgets who isn’t there
Those city gals in New York town can turn a cracker’s head
And a wife in Spray’s so far away she might as well be dead
Way up in New York City – all those taverns and saloons –
You never saw so much sawdust or so many spittoons
There’s a cop on every corner – he’s there to keep the peace
And there’s lots of trees in Central Park, well, two or three at least
We wound up in Passaic – that’s a town in New Jersey
And we stayed with Posey’s pal from Franklin County, Jim Holley
We took jobs in Jersey just to make a little dough
Then we had our audition – into New York we did go
We rode an elevator – poor Posey, he got sick –
He threw up in a fire bucket, not a pretty trick
But we got to the audition and we played Frank „The Deal” –
He said, „Boys, let’s make a record” – good was how that made us feel!
They paid us for 4 numbers, greenback dollars, cash in hand –
More than a week’s wage in the mill – 25 a man
3rd class was all we could afford on the train back home to Spray
But we stayed drunk inside that car for 2 nights and 1 day
Back home from New York City, we were heroes back in Spray
So guilty and hung over there was not a lot to say
It got a little awkward, talking to the wives
Cause we couldn’t tell ’em how we had the best time of out lives
Way up in New York City – that’s the place to be –
Where the buildings are so high the sky is hard to see
If I go back to New York town, next time I’ll go alone
I’ll keep all the money – I won’t bother goin’ home
I’ll keep all the money and I’ll make New York my home

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