Hard Times in New York Town (纽约城的艰难岁月) - Bob Dylan (鲍勃·迪伦)
Written by:Bob Dylan
Come you ladies and you gentlemen a listen to my song
Sing it to you right but you might think it's wrong
Just a little glimpse of a story I'll tell
About an East Coast city that you all know well
It's hard times in the country
Living down in New York town
Old New York City is a friendly old town
From Washington Heights to Harlem on down
There's a mighty many people all milling all around
They'll kick you when you're up and knock you when you're down
It's hard times in the country
Living down in New York town
Well the weekend is strong and the rich and the poor
Get there together in roof and no more
Crowdin' up 'bove and crowdin' down below
And someone disappears you never even know
And it's hard times from the country livin' down in New York town
It's a mighty long ways from the Golden Gate
To Rockefeller Plaza 'n' the Empire State
Mister Empire sets up as high as a bird
Old Mister Rockefeller never says a word
It's hard times from the country
Living down in New York town
It's up in the morning trying to find a job of work
Stand in one place till your feet begin to hurt
If you got a lot of money you can make yourself merry
If you only got a nickel it's the Staten Island Ferry
It's hard times in the country
Living down in New York town
I'll take all the smog in California
Every bit of dust in the Oklahoma plains
The dirt in the caves of the Rocky Mountain mines
It's all much cleaner than the New York kind
And it's hard times in the country
Living down in New York town
So all you news people spread the news around
You can listen to my story listen to my song
You can step on my name you can tryin' get me beat
When I leave New York I'll be standing on my feet
And it's hard times in the country
Living down in New York town