Текст песни 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 silent bell of truth for me will soon be dead ringing
Through this cold and lonely New York City snow

These old New York City sidewalks sure did fool 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 the call

Hear the Salvation Army band a playin'
I hear questions but the answers I don't know
The silent bell of truth for me will soon be dead ringing
Through this cold and lonely New York City snow
Through this cold and lonely New York City snow