New York City Snow - Bobby Bare

I was learning how to fly when I left Boise City

Like summer I was headin' for the fall

Now the bitter taste of truth it’s gettin' hard to swallow

For a country boy who thought he knew it all

So cold and tired and broke I can’t even pay attention

And loneliness ain’t fit and warm to wear

And home is just a word it hurts me now to mention

Yes I’ve gone too far to get back there from here

Hear the Salvation Army band a playin' I hear questions but the answers I don’t

know

The silence fell the truth for me will soon be dead rain

Through this cold and lonely New York City snow

These old New York City sidewalks sure did thrill me

I guess the right way was the wrong way after all

Lord I’d sell my soul if just one friend could hear me callin' for 'im

I wish I could afford to make a call

Hear the Salvation Army…

Through this cold and lonely New York City snow