paroles de chanson Down And Out In New York City (feat. The J.B.'s) - James Brown , The J.B.'s

Yeah, man, like, you know

I was born in New York City
On a Monday
It seems I was out shinin' shoes by Tuesday noon

All the fat cats
In the bad hats
Doing me a real big favor
Forgot the fat cats
In the bad hats laying it on real good

Here's a dime boy
Give me a shine boy
Oh, get it

When the cold wind comes
It live at New York City
And the street's no place to be
But there you are

So you try hard
Or you die hard
No one really gives a good damn
You try hard
And you die hard
No one gives a damn

Here's a dime boy
Give me a shine boy
Down and out
In New York City

Ain't no way to be
But where can you go?
When you're down and out at New York City

I'm never, never, never gonna get that way again
Oh
No, no, no
No, no, not me
When you need a friend
Need ever
When you want a friend

Gonna get myself together
'Til the mornin'
Gonna leave it all
That one bad dream

All the fat cats
In the bad hats
Doing me a real big favor
Forgot the fat cats
In the bad hats
Laying it on real good

Here's a dime boy
Give me a shine boy
Woo! Woo! Ah, yeah
Give me a shine boy
Woo! Yeah, give me a shine boy
Yeah, na, na, na, woo!
Shine, uh

Down and out in New York City
Ain't nowhere to be, where can you go?
When you're down and out in New York City
Said I'm never, never, never gonna get that way again
No, no, no, no, not me
When you need a friend, troubled mind
When you need a friend, you got a troubled mind
Ain't nobody gonna to give you one thin dime
Huh

Friends can be cruel, sometimes can be sweet
But what, what bugs a man, what hurts a man
When you give him a drink
Just can't get nothing to eat
That's New York City
That's New York City
New York City
A 125 Street
Bricks
Eighth Avenue